psyche_cuore

Fetish 3.5 - Animal Instinct

2007-12-31T00:08:04Z

Title: Fetish 3.5 – Animal Instinct
Author: psyche_cuore
Rating: NC-17, without a doubt
Pairing: House/Cameron
Word Count: 3173
Warnings: This chapter contain elements of BDSM and centres around ponyplay, something I know some people might be uncomfortable with.

For houseketeer and dragynflies. You’ve both been so wonderful to me this year and I can’t thank you enough.

It figures that one of the few times I’m actually pleased with something I’ve written it ends up being something I can’t post to the communities. I’m not posting this publicly for obvious reasons, but word of mouth is a wonderful thing, if you're so inclined. This hasn’t been beta’d because I wanted it to be a surprise, so all mistakes are my own.

oOo

Cameron poured the boiling water from the kettle into the mug waiting on the counter. She grabbed the canister of tea and moved to return it to the cupboard. Once she opened the door she came to a halt as she regarded the bag of sugar cubes curiously. House took sugar in his coffee, but he preferred to use the individual sachets he stole in mass from the cafeteria. Shrugging, she closed the cabinet and moved to the fridge to get some milk. She paused halfway to the carton, frowning at the sight of the array of fresh vegetables occupying the top shelf.

"Now that's just weird," she mumbled to herself.

At that moment House entered the kitchen and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to the base of her neck. She relaxed into his embrace with a smile. Stepping back to close the refrigerator door, she gestured to the mix of vegetables.

"You willingly brought vegetables into this house?" she asked, eyebrow quirked. "And what's with all the sugar?"

House pressed himself closer to her back, then used his hold on her hips to turn her to face him. His hand stroked her shoulder gently.

"They're to go with your present," he told her.

She looked up at him, her eyes alight.

He gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the bedroom.

"Go have a peek at what's on the bed."

She threw him a smile over her shoulder, completely clueless as to her surprise but giddy nonetheless. Slowing her steps as she reached the bedroom, Cameron ran her fingers along the edges of the long, silver box.

Her tongue snuck out to moisten her lips as she lifted the lid off and pushed aside the tissue paper hiding her gift. Her eyes widened as her present was finally revealed.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand to pull the item from the box. Her eyes travelled the ridges of the black butt plug, down to the long strands of hair that spilled from the end. Inserted, it would look exactly like a pony's tail, the image making her thighs clench involuntarily. Without a doubt, she knew she would allow House to use it on her.

Her eyes showed shock and more than a little bit of interest. House quietly slipped from the room to give her a few minutes to collect her thoughts. He took a seat in the living room and closed his eyes.

oOo

Cameron emerged from the bedroom with long hair flowing freely across naked shoulders, having shed her clothes minutes earlier. In her hands she held the plug, its long hair tickling her bare thigh. As she entered the living room her focus went directly to House, sitting on the couch with one arm slung casually along the back.

She walked slowly toward him, stopping directly in his line of vision. His eyes held tentative hope but he remained silent so as not to startle her. Squaring her shoulders, she extended the hand holding the plug. The nod she gave him expressed what she couldn’t bring herself to say. He understood the action fully, but wanted to hear her say it nonetheless. They were venturing into territory they’d never explored let alone discussed at any great length, and he wanted to be absolutely sure she wanted it.

As if reading his mind, Cameron spoke quietly, "I do want this. I want you to make me yours."

His whole face brightened at her words, his eyes darkening quickly again in arousal as images of what the night may bring flashed through his mind. He took the pony tail from her and drew her onto his lap, kissing her soundly. They relaxed into the kiss, hands travelling lightly over each others bodies, never staying in one place long enough to do more than draw soft sighs of pleasure.

When he withdrew from the kiss, House disengaged their limbs and settled her lightly on the floor. He moved from her side to collect something from the end table, returning moments later. Reaching around her to retrieve the plug, he took note of the slight tension in her shoulders as she eyed the toy.

Warm hands stroked over her naked back, trailing up under her hair to gently massage the back of her neck. Cameron's eyes closed automatically at the sensation and House took it as a sign to continue, leaning forward to press a kiss to her temple.

"Just relax," he murmured. "I'll take care of you. All you need to do is let yourself go and just feel."

She allowed his motions to soothe her nerves, offering no resistance when he urged her forward onto her hands and knees. The hands at her back lowered to stroke her buttocks, slipping down further briefly to glide between her swollen folds. Using the moisture from her core as lubricant, he eased the tip of his finger between her cheeks and into her small opening. Gently, he stretched her, sliding his finger in further and rotating his hand to help prepare her for the plug. A few minutes later he withdrew and wiped his hand on a waiting cloth before picking up a small bottle of lubricant and coating the end of the plug with it.

At the first touch of the slickened toy at her asshole she forced herself to relax. House paused to give her time to calm again before applying gentle pressure to the end of the plug. He held his breath as he watched her muscles give way to the plug, pushing forward until the entire thing was settled securely in her ass, the tail hanging down between her legs.

She was a vision. Smooth, pale skin flushed with arousal, firm ass presented so proudly, the light blond tail with caramel highlights hanging gracefully as stray pieces caught against the fluid coating her upper thighs.

"God you're sexy," the awe in his voice causing her to arch her back further, a sense of pride swallowing any shame or embarrassment.

Eyes still locked on her, House pulled himself back onto the couch, sitting perched on the edge of the cushions with his legs apart. He slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her so that she was kneeling between his knees.

He picked up a brush from the seat beside him and brought it to her hair, dragging it through the silky strands. Carefully, he divided the hair into sections and set about binding them into a braid. He worked efficiently, drawing each piece of hair into the braid tightly.

Each pull of his fingers through her hair sent pulses of electricity straight to her core, muscles fluttering around an invisible intruder. She felt herself slipping deeper into the scene.

His hands slowly came to a stop midway down her back, wrapping an elastic band around the ends to keep them together. He ran a hand over the braid, admiring his handiwork. Satisfied with his effort, he smiled.

"Pretty little show pony," he praised. "Be a good girl and crawl over there and collect the riding crop for me."

She watched him point to a spot just inside the doorway where a small bag lay open on the floor. Lowering herself back onto hands and knees, she started crawling towards the bag. Almost instinctively her hips took on a wider sway, tempting him with an alluring view of her ass high in the air, tail swinging merrily.

Reaching the bag, she bent her head and took the crop in her mouth, closing her teeth over the object and revelling in the taste of leather on her tongue. She held her head high as she crawled back to his feet, dropping the riding crop in his lap.

House took the crop in one hand and held out the other, opening his palm to reveal a single sugar cube. He offered the treat to her, waiting patiently for her to work the treat with her lips, sucking it into her mouth. The sound she made as she devoured her treat could very well have been a whinny, and House resumed stroking her hair in encouragement, happy that she felt enough at ease to adopt character to such an extent.

Finished with the sugar cube, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Now the ball gag," he instructed.

As she turned once more he swung the crop at her ass, leaving a tiny pink mark on her left cheek and pulling a surprised whimper from her. He felt his cock straining against his trousers as he watched her scamper across the room, the plug so embedded it looked as if the tail really was an extension of her.

Cameron snatched the ball gag by the end of one strap, noting that it didn't look like any ordinary ball gag; instead of solid leather straps there were two large metal rings toward the front of the gag. She shook herself from her thoughts and turned to deliver the toy to House. When she reached the couch, he held out a hand, palm up. This time instead of a sugar cube he held a piece of carrot. She leaned forward eagerly and crunched noisily feeling the warmth of his gaze.

She finished swallowing and nuzzled her head into his open palm, hoping for another treat. He watched her affectionately and obliged her, holding out another piece of carrot. As she finished the last of the carrot she glanced back at the bag across the room and found it empty.

House saw her looking in the direction of the bag and held up the ball gag with a single finger. He observed it for a moment before tossing it casually toward the bag.

Cameron stared at him questioningly.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged noncommittally, then nodded his head at the place where the gag had come to rest. Obeying his silent request, Cameron tossed her hair back and started forward on all fours. From his place on the couch, House released a pleased sigh. He’d had no reason to make her fetch the toy a second time, other than the fact that he enjoyed watching her crawling on her hands and knees, a perfect pony tail swinging behind her.

A minute later she returned and settled back on her heels, dropping the ball gag in his lap. He offered her a final sugar cube, enjoying the way she dove forward to snatch it up. His free hand stroked her hair as she ate.

"Sweet girl," he praised.

He turned her so that her back was to him and slid the ball gag into her mouth. Her lips closed around the red ball in an exaggerated pout. House tightened the buckle at the back of her head and then brought his hands to the loops at the side, attaching a set of leather reins. The completed look was that of a modified bridle, allowing him to guide the position of her head.

Next, he took a length of smooth rope and bound her arms behind her back, folding her hands into her elbows, a position which thrust her breasts forward and inadvertently straightened her posture.

Slowly, he pulled her to her feet, steadying her when she stumbled slightly. He walked around to face her, watching her carefully as he gave directions.

"We'll start by getting you used to walking with the reins. I'll guide you left or right by pulling on the reins and you head in whichever direction I guide you, okay?"

Cameron threw her head forward in a nod that resembled a horse pitching its head back. He tossed her a heated look before stripping off his shirt and picking up the reins. A quick tap on the ass with the crop and a tug on the reins to the left and Cameron started making a slow circle anti-clockwise around the room.

The change of position forced the plug in deeper, making her hyper-aware of its presence. Cameron clenched her thighs in an attempt to soothe the ache of arousal but only succeeded in sending a jolt to her already sensitive clit. She wished desperately for something inside her pussy, feeling empty and incomplete.

A tug from her right side snapped her back to the present and she turned gracefully, leading him in the opposite direction. After only one short lap around the couch she felt pressure from both sides pulling her back and came to a stop. House held the reins together in one hand as he walked around to face her, stroking a hand over her hips as he did.

"Good girl," he told her, and stepped over to the stereo. He pressed a button and a rhythmic drumbeat filled the room.

"The beat will help you learn to go through the paces. When you're told to walk I want you to lift your knees up high, understood?"

Cameron nodded. A slight from came over House's face and he struck the side of her left breast with the riding crop. Her eyes widened in shock at the same time her thighs pressed tighter together, a high keen coming from her throat.

"Understood?"

This time, along with nodding she released a low rumble of affirmation. House petted her hair affectionately, the warmth in his eyes only adding to the arousal slowly coating her inner thighs.

He moved behind her and took up the reins, pausing for a moment to appreciate the figure she created. She'd taken to the movements quicker than he'd expected and it was beginning to take a toll on his control. He’d chosen to keep his jeans on in an attempt to try to contain himself, but she wasn't making it easy.

With a flick of one wrist and short command, "Walk on," they started forward.

The beat entered her body and thrummed in her blood. Her knees rose off the ground in time with the beat pulsing through the speakers. House watched her critically, crop in hand, ready to make corrections. He snapped it against the skin of her inner thigh, urging her to raise her knees higher.

"Knees up to crotch height," he instructed.

Straight away she brought her knees higher, feeling the press of the tail increasing the feeling of arousal. Every once in awhile, when her pace would fumble, he would slap her on the ass with the crop. Other times he would rain blows across her ass just to hear her muffled squeals and wonder at the way it made her hips jump, causing her tail to swing enticingly.

She became so absorbed in her character she began instinctively altering her posture, responding to directions he didn't even voice. With a click of the tongue and a flick of the reins she broke into a trot. House took a seat on the back of the couch, loosening his grip on the reins so there was enough slack for her to continue circling the room. He took pleasure in placing slaps of the crop on her ass and thighs as she trotted past him. He didn't miss the fact that that she slowed her stride each time she neared him.

He could see the evidence of her arousal glistening on the end of the crop and barely held himself back from tackling her to the ground and fucking her senseless. Two laps later he didn’t have to hold back any longer.

Cameron collapsed to the ground, thrusting her ass into the air as she lowered her cheek to the floor. Drowning in the feeling of being reduced to thinking only of her cunt, she grunted as she thrust her hips, begging him to claim her. The animal instinct to submit, to have him take her, made her shiver with excitement. It was like a fever taking over her body and she did nothing to stop it.

House pushed himself off the couch and quickly worked his jeans over his straining erection. Seeing her so wild nearly had him coming in his pants, and he knew it wouldn’t take long once he was inside her. Preparing for a quick, rough ride, he dropped behind her and angled their hips together. A hand reached out to remove the plug but she bucked out of his grip and moaned angrily.

"Woah," he soothed. "I'll leave it in, it's okay. Settle, girl."

Hearing him speak to her that way made her push back into him, eager to pick up where they'd left off. He took a tight hold of her hips and thrust forward, piercing her in one sharp stroke. Her scream was loud even muffled by the gag. Without the use of her hands all she could do was keep her head to the ground and her hips in the air as he pounded into her from behind.

Her awareness shrunk to the heat flowing between them where they were joined. His harsh breathing echoed in her ears and she answered with her own inarticulate cries. Her nipples were on fire from where they were forcibly rubbed against the carpet, but surprisingly the pain did not bother her. Just like all the strikes from the crop, the pain transformed into electrical pulses that zeroed in on her clit, sending her pussy into spasms around his cock.

Her moan was low and deep, drowned out by House's shout as he came, clutching her hips to him so that she could not withdraw. He waited until he'd caught his breath and then slipped from her warmth. Sprawled out on the floor, he quickly untied her arms and unfastened the gag, removing the tail gently, tossing the items aside and pulling her back to his chest. She worked her jaw carefully as he reached behind him for her hairbrush. The stroke of the brush relaxed her, and she closed her eyes and let him work in peace.

When he finished undoing her braid he struggled to his feet, dragging her with him, and led her to the bathroom. Seeing that she was too exhausted for a proper shower, he soaked a washcloth and ran it over her sweat-soaked body. After patting her dry with a clean towel he tucked her into bed, unable to stop his grin when she thanked him for the evening.

"Thank you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

When he drew back her eyes were already closed and her breathing beginning to even out. He walked back into the living room to collect the equipment, carrying the items back into the bedroom and shoving them back into the closet. Before closing the door he caught sight of the collar and leash set and contemplated them for a moment.

Coming to a decision, he took the collar and leash from the shelf and hung them over the foot of the bed for her to find in the morning.

If her reaction was anything like her response to the pony tail he considered himself a very lucky man.

oOo

Three's Company

2007-12-22T00:29:53Z

Title: Three's Company
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2349

Summary: Written for calumfan as a thank you for her generosity and kindness. She asked for House/Cameron/Wilson where Wilson either watches or joins in. I gave you both. :) Hopefully you'll enjoy it. My first attempt at a threesome.

As always, dragynflies is the best cheerleader ever.

They'd been waiting for Wilson at the hotel bar for nearly two hours. Unfortunately, that had given House sufficient time to down enough liquor that Cameron was currently struggling with a semi-drunk and horny boyfriend. She playfully slapped his hands away and shifted aside to increase the distance between them.

House checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes, his eyes flicking to the lobby, expecting to see Wilson trudging through the main doors any second. When once again his search revealed an empty lobby, he turned his attention back to Cameron, pulling her half onto his lap and attaching his lips to her neck.

"House," she protested, "We're supposed to be here to keep Wilson company."

"He's getting divorced, not like he hasn't been through it multiple times."

Cameron tilted her head to the side, inviting his further exploration as she continued, "He's been depressed, and you know better than anyone else that this time is different. It can't hurt to spend a bit of time with him."

He surprised her by getting to his feet and dragging her across the lobby to the elevators. She trotted after him, their hands clasped firmly as she did her best to match his pace. He tapped his cane as he watched the display of numbers above the elevator tick down.

The doors opened to an empty car, and she allowed House to pull her inside. When he pressed the button for the eighth floor she regarded him curiously.

"Where are we going?"

The doors opened again and House started down the hallway.

"Wilson's room. No point in waiting for him downstairs."

She rolled her eyes. "And you plan on getting in how exactly?"

Reaching into his jacket, he withdrew his hand with flourish and wiggled the entrycard in her face. He stepped forward and inserted the card into the door. The light switched from red to green and beeped twice, allowing House to turn the handle and enter the room.

The door closed with a gentle click behind them, and House strolled directly for the mini bar to pour himself a drink. Cameron took the opportunity to look around the room, comfortably furnished but still rather bare.

House set his drink down on the table and approached her. His arms wound around her waist and his lips descended. She responded for a few seconds before pulling back.

"What about Wilson?" she questioned.

His hand slipped under the bottom of her shirt and traveled upward to tease the underside of her breast. He watched for her reaction.

"Wilson will be sulking in his office for hours yet. We may as well make the most of our time..." he trailed off as he began placing kisses down her throat.

The hand at her breast shifted to swipe across a hardened nipple. He continued to tease the small bud while his mouth returned to hers in a passionate kiss. It took very little convincing before she was moaning prettily and pressing herself into him.

He dropped his cane and took hold of her hips, balancing himself and guiding her backward. When the bed hit the backs of her calves she sat, staring up at him with mischief shining clear in her eyes.

Her hands found his belt buckle and hurriedly unfastened the clasp, pushing the material aside so she could withdraw his cock. Her fist closed around him as her lips dropped an open mouthed kiss to his tip. After one final teasing swipe of her tongue, she reached for his t-shirt, her nails scratching faint red lines as she pushed it up his chest. He reached behind his back to help her remove it, pulling the material over his head and throwing it to the side.

Their mouths met in a kiss that quickly escalated into a feral struggle for dominance. House broke way and tilted his chin at her, indicating his desire for her to lose her clothing.

He stood back and watched as she shed her clothing, thankful that she apparently shared his need for haste and forewent further teasing in favour of slithering out of her trousers.

She knelt on the edge of the bed, her back to him, rolling her hips in an unconscious mimic of future actions.

A warm palm applied pressure at the center of her back, pushing her forward onto her hands and knees. Both hands smoothed down her back to the waistband of her panties, giving the elastic a playful tug before easing them down her legs. Cameron lowered herself so that she was resting on her forearms, and House responded by positioning himself behind her, cock in hand and hips pressed together.

The head of his erection teased her entrance, forcing her to trust backward, enveloping him into her heat. She dropped her head at the feeling, the heat cursing through her veins.

His hands came to rest on her hips, gripping firmly. He set a swift pace, thrusting into her with hard, deep strokes. She met his rhythm enthusiastically, balancing herself on one hand so she could reach around for one of his hands, bringing it to settle over her clit. Their fingers circled firmly together, until Cameron's fell away with a groan.

Dimly, in the back of her mind, Cameron thought she heard the sound of the door clicking shut but dismissed it, focusing instead on the man fucking her so thoroughly. Their voices joined in harsh gasps.

From the doorway, Wilson stood frozen in shock. The tawdry scene in front of him had his pants tightening involuntarily.

When he'd finally left the hospital and dragged himself back to his lonely hotel room he had counted on spending another night watching bad TV reruns. The last thing he'd expected to find was his best friend and his girlfriend fucking in his room. Judging by the sounds coming from the bed they were unaware of his presence, completely absorbed in each other.

Every instinct told him to get out of there, to retreat and leave them be, but he couldn’t draw away. The smooth planes of Cameron's back, the underlying strength evident in the way her muscles supported her weight on her arms hypnotized him. The sounds she was making went straight to his cock, and he could feel the heat rising in his neck and cheeks. It appalled him that he would feel the way he did about his best friend's girl, his colleague no less, but the male in him couldn’t deny the attraction.

Without his consent he found himself stepping forward.

As if sensing his thoughts, it was at that moment House turned in his direction. Immediately his eyes dropped below his waistband. The slight smile he offered held no signs of anger.

Instead, his smile widened to resemble something more mischievous and smug. His hold on Cameron's hips tightened and he quirked an eyebrow at Wilson, keeping their eyes locked as he thrust forward in one sharp movement. The scream the move elicited from Cameron encouraged them both. House turned back to her and resumed his rhythm, leaving Wilson to draw closer, one hand rubbing along the bulge in his trousers.

When the pressure became too much he lowered the zipper and loosened his trousers enough that he could slide his hand between the material. His hand traveled the length of his cock hurriedly, matching the pace of the two people in front of him. As the cries from his bed grew in intensity his hand faltered, tortured by the knowledge that they were drawing closer to climax and would likely leave him unsatisfied.

He took in every small detail: the way Cameron's hips rolled as she pushed back into House, the smell of sex filling room, the burn in his belly that jumped every time Cameron called House's name. His arousal spiked to new heights but still it wasn't enough. From the bed, House grunted as he released into her body. Cameron bucked restlessly, a continuous stream of gasps and moans flowing from her mouth.

Wilson stood entranced as they both reached orgasm, the hand at his erection now hanging at his side. With a final heavy sigh, House withdrew from her.

Cameron groaned her pleasure and arched her back languidly, stretching sorely overused muscles.

"Do you think we have time to go again before Wilson gets back?" she asked, her back still to the door.

House glanced over his shoulder at Wilson, who was still sporting a noticeable hard-on.

He smirked. "Probably not."

Hearing the amused drawl, she turned to ask him what was so funny, but found herself frozen in place as she caught sight of the second man in the room.

Her eyes widened perceptively, but only for a moment, before she lowered her body back to the covers. She dropped her head and spread her knees, arching her hips in clear invitation.

Wilson dared a glance in House's direction, receiving a quick nod as he stepped to the side and refastened his jeans. Slow, hesitant steps brought Wilson closer to the breathtaking woman awaiting him.

When he reached the edge of the bed, Wilson paused, uncertain. One sweep over the glistening bare flesh in front of him and he found himself steadying his balance while he guided his erection to her entrance. He eased inside slowly, allowing her to adjust but also giving her the advantage of being able to feel every inch of him moving along her walls.

"So good," she whimpered.

Her words allowed him to release a bit more of his control and without a pause he started pumping furiously.

She rolled her hips unashamedly, leaving him wondering at the way she pushed back into him. He could never have imagined she would be so responsive.

It made it that much harder to maintain any amount of control. The increasingly louder pitch of her cries told him she was drawing closer to climax, and it was at that point he finally let go.

Their hips collided painfully but they were helpless to stop, pleasure firing erratically through their bodies. Wilson’s world narrowed to only the point where they were joined, feeling her squeezing him repeatedly. He swore he could feel her heat increasing around him with every second that passed.

It was that heat that finally pushed him over the edge. At the first powerful thrust as he released inside her she clamped around him, a low keening cry signaling her orgasm. He collapsed against her back, struggling to regain control of his breathing.

Cameron's arms gave out beneath her and she collapsed on to the bed with a sigh. Wilson dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades before withdrawing from her. He fumbled with his pants, sitting on the corner of the bed as he struggled with the buckle.

He rose on unsteady feet, making his way over to the desk where House sat, eyes still fixed on Cameron. Wilson waited until he had House’s attention and gave him a nod similar to the one House had given him earlier.

From the bed, Cameron rolled over onto her back at the sound of their murmured voices across the room. They were deep in conversation, and although she couldn’t make out the words, she could tell they were good-natured. Shifting her focus, she allowed herself to take stock of the feelings throbbing through her body. She could feel the pleasant burn in her muscles, along with the heat still rumbling between her thighs.

She'd thought she'd been satisfied, that the fire had been tamed after two orgasms, but as she stretched her tired body, the need grew and her hand crept between her thighs, stoking the fire once more. As her fingers circled over slippery flesh, she found her eyes closing automatically.

Time seemed to fall away as she concentrated on tracing patterns with shaky fingertips. Her hips arched into her touch, her breath deepening.

"Open your eyes."

The soft command made her eyes fly open in shock, having forgotten about the two men also in the room. Now, they stood at the foot of the bed, both watching her every movement intently.

For a second she was tempted to cover herself, but as she recounted the past hour she quickly overcame her shyness and locked eyes with them both. She shifted position so that her legs were splayed shamelessly, using her free hand to hold herself open for them, offering an unobstructed view of her actions.

She felt the wave begin to crest and didn't fight it, pushing herself harder and faster until her mouth opened in a silent scream while her stomach clenched and her legs trembled. She took pleasure in the way their eyes seemed to light up at the sight of her.

As she came down from her peak she let her limbs fall bonelessly to the soft covers, closing her eyes. After a minute she pulled herself to her feet and went to the bathroom to tidy herself. She emerged fully dressed, though there was a definite glow about her that filled the two men in the room with male pride.

She approached them slowly, wrapping her arms around House's waist and pressing herself into his side. Wilson watched them with a smile. It was getting late and he knew it was time for them to leave. He stepped forward so that he was standing in front of Cameron. His expression spoke his gratitude, and she leaned into kiss him softly. When she pulled back her face was lit by a gentle smile and he found himself returning it, realizing for the first time in weeks he felt at peace, free from the gripping tension that haunted him.

House's hand at his shoulder startled him, unused to any form of affection from him. He leaned into the touch gratefully. A few seconds later the hand was gone, and they were headed for the door. As it locked after them, Wilson stripped off his clothes and collapsed into the bed, burrowing beneath the covers and inhaling deeply the lingering scent of pleasure.

He slept peacefully.

~~

Fetish 3: Pearl Necklace

2007-11-02T16:50:15Z

Title: Fetish 3 – Pearl
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1470

Summary: A quiet night in becomes so much more...

She was stretched out on her couch with a tub of ice cream watching her Sex and the City DVDs when she heard the knock on the door. She fumbled her way to the door, not willing to tear her eyes from the screen for even a second. When she finally managed to swing the door open she didn't have to see his face to know what his expression was saying.

"Don't say a word," she warned him.

He followed her back to the couch and snatched the ice cream from her hands.

"I wouldn't dare comment on your porn for girls," he returned.

The glare she shot him was lessened by the smile curling the corners of her mouth. Despite his complaints, he settled into the cushions and held out the ice cream for them to share.

"So what have I missed?"

She smiled. "The girls are going to Atlantic City for Charlotte's birthday, and Charlotte just got stuck flying there in the jet alone with Samantha and Richard."

House nodded, and Cameron's smile grew further with the knowledge that he knew the characters.

From the screen, Samantha's voice corrected Charlotte in her typically straightforward tone, "Actually, we're talking about the other kind of pearl necklace – you know, when a guy decorates your neck."

Cameron glanced sideways at House to gauge his reaction. It was subtle, but she could see a faint spark of interest in his eyes.

She swallowed nervously and purposely avoided eye contact.

"That's pretty hot," she offered.

His eyes widened perceptively. Once the immediate shock had worn off, he turned to her and attempted nonchalance, "Something you'd be interested in trying?"

Her head snapped to him, too shocked by his words to muster any amount of composure. Her smile bloomed slowly, head dipping in acknowledgement. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he turned his gaze to her.

"Would you..." she began hesitantly.

He cupped a hand under her chin and used it to lift her head to meet his gaze. She pressed a kiss to the thumb that brushed across her bottom lip. In return, he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her lazily.

When he pulled back he was pleased to see the blush of embarrassment had left her, replaced by eyes glazed with desire. His hand reached out to stroke her neck, fingertips tracing an invisible line across her skin.

Her tongue came out to lick her lips, his eyes following the movement hungrily.

They moved forward instantaneously, initiating a gentle kiss that quickly escalated. Hands ran heatedly over every inch of available flesh, drawing moans and cries from both of them.

His hands traveled up her ribcage, shifting to cup her breasts and measure their weight in his palms. Cameron detached her mouth from his and scrambled to remove her top, turning to his once she'd finished. His hands returned to her now bare waist, drawing her closer and extending his tongue to dance over stiffened nipples.

Cameron pressed herself to him, pulling his head backward so that she could attack his lips once more. Their kisses became more heated as they rocked their hips together, the heat between them building steadily.

Breaking their kiss, Cameron shuffled backward and stood, taking his hand to pull him to his feet. Her hands attacked his jeans, lowering the zipper and shoving them to the floor while her mouth teased the patch of skin behind his ear.

He wasted no time reciprocating, and soon their clothes lay combined in a puddle, the two of them standing naked in the center of the room. One final kiss and Cameron fell to her knees.

She looked up at him, her heavy-lidded gaze fixated on his cock. His hand gripped his cock in a tight fist and began stroking slowly. He closed his eyes and quickly fell into a rhythm, the pleasure intensified by the knowledge that he was her entire focus.

Heat bloomed between her legs as she watched him touch himself so deliciously close in such vivid detail.

As his hand began stroking faster she could no longer resist the temptation. Her hand trailed down her stomach, hovering over her mound and drawing out the anticipation.

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers touched her clit, more swollen and sensitive than it had ever been. Her fingers burrowed between her folds, sliding over slippery skin and drawing sweet groans from her.

House’s eyes shot open at the sound. He let out a groan to match hers as he took in the vision before him, kneeling at his feet, eyes hungrily watching him fucking himself, knees spread wide so she could insert two fingers inside herself.

She wasted no time building up to furious movements. He stilled, focusing his whole attention on watching her.

Cameron looked up at him and moaned displeasure.

"Keep going," she gasped, not slowing for even a second.

She leaned forward with parted lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. The instant her lips left him his hand resumed his rhythm.

She licked her lips at the sight, the heat in her center building in intensity until her thighs trembled with fighting the need to come.

As her speed increased alongside his fist on his cock, Cameron began exhaling puffs of air, breath coming erratically. She could tell he was close and whimpered, completely aroused.

His fist became a blur before her eyes. She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, baring her neck to him. Their eyes connected and a million words passed between them.

House steadied himself and altered his hold on his erection, squeezing firmly. He exhaled loudly as he came. The first stream hit her collarbone, and her whole body shook helplessly, drowning in ecstasy.

"Oh my God," she cried, clenching around her fingers, her orgasm triggered by his own.

She arched further, resisting the urge to look down. Instead, she focused intently on him, letting him see the excitement brimming in her eyes.

He pumped his hand erratically over his shaft as he continued to pulse, keeping a firm hold to guide his movement. When what he was positive was the strongest orgasm of his life came to an end, he relaxed his stance and took in the gorgeous woman at his feet.

She slowly withdrew her fingers, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. She lowered her head so that she could see the top of her chest, and a low moan escaped her at the sight.

Unconsciously, her hand rose to her neck, trailing through the fluid that had gathered in the hollow of her throat. Both of them followed her fingers as she drew them back, coated with their combined arousal.

Her lips parted and House collapsed onto the couch with a groan as she sucked those fingers into her mouth. She smiled up at him and licked her lips, clearly enjoying his reaction.

He reached out a hand to pull her up onto the cushions beside him, drawing her into a tight embrace. They sat silently for a moment, soaking up the warmth present wherever they touched. House stretched over the back of the couch to rifle through his jacket pockets, popping the lid off his Vicodin and swallowing a single pill. He waited a few more minutes for his leg to settle before standing and leading Cameron to the bathroom.

The steam from the shower filled the room, creating a cocoon around them. She was surprised to feel whatever small amount of embarrassment she felt wash away with the water as he turned her toward the spray, pressed himself to her back and proceeded to carefully wash her body, paying extra attention to the area around her neck.

She relaxed into him and closed her eyes.

They stayed until the water began to run cold, drying off quickly and stumbling into bed. Cameron wrapped herself around his body, welcoming the feel of his arms curled around her shoulders, keeping her close. House draped the sheet over them and they drifted to sleep.

oOo

He left early the next morning so he could stop by his apartment to change before work. Cameron lounged in bed much longer than she planned, too comfortable to consider moving.

She stood in front of her dresser, trying to decide what to wear. The second her eyes flicked to the small jewellery box sitting in one corner of the table a grin lit up her face. Glancing once more at her watch, she grabbed her clothes and hurried into the bathroom to get ready.

She left the apartment fifteen minutes later, one hand toying with her necklace, her eyes sparkling as she imagined the look on House's face when he saw the pearls around her neck...

Fic: After Hours

2007-10-26T15:58:55Z

Title: After Hours
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1600
A/N: I'd been trying to write a sequel to Desire, but couldn't get over my writer's block, so I decided to force myself to sit down and write a little piece in the hopes of curing it. This is the fluffy result. It's a little bit different to what I'm used to writing.

Summary: A snapshot of domesticity. Cameron and House relax after a hard day at work.

oOo

Cameron struggled to get the door open while juggling the various bags hanging from her arms. She managed to turn the handle just enough that she was able to bump the door open with her hip. As she stepped inside the apartment the first thing she noticed was the silence. Usually by the time she would arrive at House's he would already be sitting at the piano, engrossed in his music. Now, the place was silent, lit by a lone lamp in the corner.

She dropped her keys on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to offload her bags. A light shuffling from the bedroom caught her attention and she stepped quietly down the hallway to investigate.

The door was wide open. She hung in the doorway, absorbing the scene before her. House was sprawled across the bed, sock-encased feet kicking over the edge as he read on his stomach. The socks combined with his worn jeans and t-shirt made him look adorably sexy, and Cameron couldn’t contain her smile.

"Took you long enough. Anybody would think you're the department head with the amount of hours you put in."

She offered him an indulgent smile as she approached the bed.

"We changed the dosage of Phenytoin and the patient is responding well," she offered as she settled herself on the edge of the bed.

House nodded once and closed his book, tossing it in the general direction of the bedside table. He leaned over to drop a quick kiss to her lips. Sitting back, he ran his eyes over her body, taking in the crisp lines of her skirt, the angles of her dark blouse, her hair pulled back in a professional bun and the glasses perched on her nose.

"You look like a sexy librarian."

The look she gave him was half affronted, half pleased.

With a smile in his direction she stood and reached her arms above her head to untie her hair. She shook the long strands free and ruffled the tips with her fingers, creating a tousled look that captured his attention effortlessly. The glasses were next to go. She slipped the end of one stem between her lips and nibbled, shooting him a coy look. He watched her fingers come to rest at the V of her blouse, undoing each button with precision.

When the last of the buttons were undone she caught his gaze and slowly opened the ends of her shirt. With a gentle roll of the shoulders the blouse fell to a puddle on the carpet.

House had only a second to admire the smooth satin of her bra before her attention turned to her skirt. Her hips began swaying softly from side to side as she lowered the zipper. Turning her back to him, she arched her back and bent forward at the hips, pushing the skirt down.

She stepped from the skirt and kicked it to the side. House sat straighter on the bed, watching her carefully. She threw him a sultry look over her shoulder as she pushed each bra strap down her arms. One hand reached behind to unhook the clasp while the other held the material across her breasts. She tossed the scrap of fabric in his direction, keeping her right arm covering her chest.

House snatched the bra from the bed. He savoured the warmth that remained, drawing the edge of one cup down his cheek, enjoying the silky feeling against his skin. Her perfume surrounded him, making his head spin with want for her.

He looked up in time to see Cameron turn to face him once again. She stalked toward him, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she slid the arm covering her chest down, exposing her upper body.

House drank in the sight of her. He reached out a hand to pull her onto the bed. She collapsed half on top of him, their lower legs tangling together. Their lips found each other effortlessly, exchanging increasingly passionate kisses. His hands caressed her hips and over her sides to her breasts. His mouth shifted to her collarbones, planting kisses and nibbles one after the other along each side. She brought his lips back to hers and pushed herself closer, curling a leg around his good thigh.

Gradually, the kisses became less fervent, slowing until they were touching foreheads. Cameron let out a light moan, pressing her hips into him once more before pulling back. She sat up and reached for her bra, fastening it with practiced ease.

She moved to the edge of the bed and House moved to follow, but a gentle hand against his chest halted his movement. After quickly readjusting a strap across her shoulder, Cameron walked out into the kitchen to retrieve the Chinese she'd bought for dinner.

When House saw her re-enter the bedroom, arms laden with containers, still wearing only panties and bra, the first thought to enter his head was that he had found the perfect woman.

"Chinese food in bed?" he asked, pleased.

She nodded and arranged the cartons before settling cross-legged on top of the covers. She passed him a pair of chopsticks and a bottle of beer. Cameron sighed and went to get off the bed, stopping a second later and sighing again.

House looked up from his food. "What is it?"

"I was going to get something to drink but then remembered I used the last of the iced tea last night."

The expression on her face was so close to a pout he almost laughed.

His hand found her thigh and gave a squeeze. "I picked some up on my way home," he told her.

Her face softened. He studied his food to avoid the loving expression directed his way. She shuffled over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. She watched him carefully, her eyes saying the words she knew would make him more uncomfortable if said aloud. Thank you. He nodded and went back to his meal. (You’re welcome.)

They ate in silence, exchanging tender looks often. After the last of the food had been washed down with beer and Cameron's iced tea, they both stood and cleared the empty containers. They returned to the bedroom and Cameron climbed into bed. House stripped off his shirt and jeans before joining her. He threw back the covers and flopped down across the bed. With his chin resting in his hand he watched Cameron as she propped herself up against the headboard. The sheet was drawn up over her, tucked under her arms.

"I can turn up the heat you know. There's no need to hide under that sheet."

She ignored his comment. "Do you have plans for this weekend, other than watching TV all day?"

"I've got food, beer, TV and a hot babe, why would I want to go anywhere?"

They lounged quietly for several minutes.

"I was reading about a new experimental treatment for Graves' disease. They've improved the –"

"Do we really need to talk about work?" he interrupted.

He shifted uncomfortably. Cameron reflected on the week they'd had, their latest case proving highly stressful, with a final diagnosis taking much longer than normal. Although the others may not agree with her, Cameron knew House had put himself under extreme pressure to solve the case.

She made a quick decision. She grabbed his book from where it hid half under the bed and handed it to him.

"Here. Roll over onto your stomach."

He obliged silently. As he opened his book and resumed reading she straddled his hips. Rubbing her hands together for a minute to warm then, she smoothed her palms across his shoulders. Her fingers kneaded the tight muscles of his back, releasing the tension bit by bit. She stroked steady patterns down his back, pressing deeper as the stiff muscles relaxed beneath her touch.

For half an hour she continued her ministrations. House continued to read, both of them taking pleasure from the quiet time together. His attention remained on his book for the first twenty minutes, but he suddenly found himself distracted by Cameron wiggling against him. He shut the book, not bothering with a bookmark, and started to roll over. Cameron shifted from on top of him.

As he came to rest on his side again he watched her mirror his position. His gaze travelled lazily over her curves, taking in the familiar planes, the pale blue satin of her underwear highlighting the milky sweetness of her skin. His hand reached out to trace the same path his eyes had taken seconds before. He cupped her left breast in his hand, his palm warming the satin encasing her flesh. The room became increasingly humid, the smell of sex permeating the air.

The same hand smoothed down her stomach and around to her lower back, pulling her body closer to his. He kissed her, opening his mouth wider to allow her tongue to mix with his, but then pulled back abruptly.

He met her confused stare with a slight smile.

"I was thinking we should have an early night."

The grin that followed his words screamed mischief and he felt an involuntary twitch in his boxers at the sight.

She crawled to the head of the bed, waiting until he was settled beneath the sheets.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," she replied, the husky tone in her voice sending sparks through him once more.

Her arm reached out to the lamp on the bedside table.

With a single click the room was bathed in darkness.

FIN.

Fetish 2: Lady in Red

2007-10-20T00:06:09Z

Title: Fetish 2 – Lady in Red
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2100
Thanks to my beta dragynflies

Summary: House notices the smallest changes, particularly when it comes to Cameron.

He noticed the difference the instant she entered the office.

"You're wearing lipstick."

She tossed her bag on a chair and moved to hang her jacket on the coat rack in the corner of the room.

"Good morning to you, too," she responded, shooting him a pointed look.

He sighed. "Good morning. You're wearing lipstick."

"I am."

She took a seat at his desk and opened her laptop.

House watched her for a moment before leaving the room. She kept her eyes on the screen, not watching which direction he went. When he returned a few minutes later and shoved a mug of coffee under her nose she was surprised to say the least. She tried to cover her reaction with a smile.

House set his own mug down and sat in the spare chair on the opposite side of the desk. They drank their coffee in silence, making the most of the quiet before the rest of the team arrived.

When they'd drained the last of the liquid from their mugs, Cameron reached for her handbag and quickly retouched her lipstick. Standing, she collected the empty mugs and moved to return them to the kitchenette.

House stopped her with a hand across her stomach, pulling her body to his and attempting to lay a kiss on her lips. She dodged his lips, however, pursing her freshly painted lips and shaking her head to indicate she didn't want her makeup ruined.

He ignored her and leaned in a second time. Cameron held up her free hand so that his mouth met her palm instead of her lips. He shot her a dirty look.

"Unless you want to be wearing lipstick too, I'd cut that out," she told him, affection clear in her voice.

He pulled her into a hug instead, burying his face into her neck and kissing just below her earlobe.

"Happy now?" he asked.

She smiled into his neck and hummed her acceptance. Breathing deeply, she inhaled his scent and attempted to absorb him into her being.

Over his shoulder, she saw Chase and Foreman stop off the elevator. She pressed her face into his shoulder a final time before pulling back and walked determinedly through the door to the conference room.

By the time Chase and Foreman entered the office she had rinsed out the mugs and was taking a seat at the conference table. They took their seats just as House emerged from his office with four patient files in his hands.

House took his place at the whiteboard, but as he turned to face them Cameron caught sight of a patch of burgundy on his collar. Apparently she'd gotten lipstick on him after all. She glanced over at the guys to see if they’d noticed the stain, but both seemed oblivious, staring intently at the files in front of them.

For the remainder of the DDx she found it impossible to stop staring at the mark she’d left on his shirt. Knowing that it would there all day, that other people would see it and know that he belonged to her, did something to her that she couldn't quite explain.

While they had not come out and admitted to their colleagues that they were in a relationship, she knew that Foreman suspected something. Wilson, of course, knew from the very beginning, unofficially. House had made a game of not giving direct answers where Wilson was concerned.

She smirked as she imagined the number of people that would find out now. The unbearable Dr House with lipstick on his shirt. In a relationship.

It was at that moment that Foreman looked up from the table. She could tell the instant he spotted the mark. The smirk on his face was subtle, but she noticed and she knew House would too.

Fortunately, they were given a list of tests to run and were forced to leave the room before Foreman had a chance to make a comment. True to form, House spent the rest of the day between hiding in the clinic and hiding in his office, only showing his face long enough to review test results and argue with them over which drug to administer.

By eight p.m. the patient was stable, and Chase and Foreman were quick to remove their lab coats and head for the elevators. Cameron returned from the locker room, where she’d taken a quick shower, and entered House's office.

He sat at his desk, legs crossed at the ankles and propped on the corner of the desk, rolling a small rubber ball in his palms as he examined their patient's latest MRI.

Cameron approached him quietly, knowing he'd been aware of her presence the second she’d entered the room, regardless of his lack of greeting.

"Do you want to come back to my place? I'll cook us dinner," she offered.

He halted the movement of the rubber ball and placed it on the edge of the desk. Sitting up in his chair, he fixed her with a half-hearted glare.

"Do you know how many people I caught staring at me today? I had to have Wilson bring me lunch in my office because I couldn't show my face in the cafeteria."

"Are you pouting?" she laughed.

He stood.

"People stared at me all day because of you," he advanced on her. "I think I deserve an apology."

She stepped into his embrace and curled her arms around his waist.

"Tell you what, you come over to my place tonight and I'll give you a very…personal apology."

His lips descended on hers, wordlessly accepting her offer. He took her hand and pulled her to the door, grabbing his jacket and helmet along the way. They walked quietly side by side, as close together as they could be without touching or raising suspicion.

When they reached the parking lot House handed the helmet to Cameron. She slipped it on and climbed onto the back of his bike. Her arms wrapped around him and he squeezed her hands where they joined at his stomach.

He only just broke the speed limit on the way to her apartment, but neither bothered to notice. Cameron was too busy mentally reviewing her intended plans for the evening, while House was looking forward to spending time alone with her.

She headed for the bathroom the instant they were through the door. House shrugged and poured himself a drink before waiting in the bedroom.

She emerged ten minutes later, the light from the bathroom surrounding her silhouette with an ethereal glow. Her hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders, the clothes she'd worn to work that morning replaced with one of his long abandoned work shirts. The crisp white fabric would have made her look almost virginal if not for the fact that only two small buttons kept the shirt in place. She’d retouched her lipstick once more, the rich wine colour contrasting sharply with the clean white of the shirt.

She hung in the doorway for a moment, allowing his gaze to travel the length of her body, memorizing every little detail. When she took her first step forward she let her weight to drop into her hip, pushing it out to the left and creating a swaying motion that grabbed his full attention.

By the time she reached him he'd found himself on his feet, reaching a hand around her waist to draw her into him. They touched from shoulders to hips, not a single inch of free space between them. He pressed his face into her neck and breathed deeply. She stroked her fingers through his hair soothingly and held him in place before guiding him backward.

She undressed him with practiced ease, taking time to caress each newly exposed patch of skin. By the time she'd dropped the last piece of clothing to the floor his erection stood proudly between them. She threw him a sultry smile and dropped to her knees.

She looked up at him through dark lashes and extended her tongue to lightly lick her lips so that they shone in the soft light of the room. Those ruby lips parted and hovered over his erection, breathing warm puffs of air over the sensitive skin and making him shiver.

She held her position for several tantalizing seconds.

He remained motionless, eyes locked on her mouth. When she finally did move he was sure his heart nearly stopped beating.

She parted her lips further and slid her mouth down his erection, relaxing her throat to take him deep without closing her lips over him. When she reached the base of his shaft she paused for a moment to control her breathing, and then pressed her lips together tightly over his cock, leaving a perfectly formed outline of lipstick.

She pulled back fully, leaving only the tip of his cock resting on her tongue as he took in the mark she'd left on him. After only a moment's pause she sunk forward again, this time stopping an inch above the first mark. She tightened her lips and suckled firmly. When she withdrew a second perfect imprint marred his skin.

Repeating the process, she leaned in a third time, the mark slightly lighter as her lipstick began to wear off. She continued to cover every inch of his cock, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each backstroke.

House stared, unable to move or think or verbalize any sort of noise to convey the intense desire – the possessiveness – of watching her lay claim to him in such a way.

When she'd laid the last mark just below the head of his erection, Cameron sat back on her knees to admire him. A stray hand moved to undo the buttons of her shirt, while the other traced through the beads of come collecting at his tip before bringing them back to her mouth to taste him.

She shrugged the open shirt off her shoulders and reached for him again. Her tongue greedily covered the head while she took the washcloth she'd brought with her earlier from the bathroom and dragged it down the length of him.

He hissed from the cold, but she rewarded him by suckling strongly on the head of cock while she cleaned the lipstick from him. As she picked up speed, he forgot about the cold fabric sliding over him and started to enjoy the rhythm of her hand stroking him.

When she had cleaned the last of the lipstick from his cock she took him all the way into her mouth for a full minute, drawing him closer to the edge. She withdrew her mouth and scrambled to her feet, sliding past him to crawl onto the bed and position herself with legs splayed wide, an invitation he wasted no time in accepting.

One smooth stroke and he was buried to the hilt inside her. He crushed his mouth to hers. The taste of the remains of her lipstick reminded him of her actions and made him kiss her harder as he sped up the force of his thrusts.

When he pulled back Cameron was panting heavily, her lips swollen and red. His thumb reached out to drag heavily across her bottom lip, smearing the already smudged lipstick. The sight pushed him over the edge and he stilled as he spent himself inside her.

He brought his thumb back to her mouth, pushing it between her lips for her to suck while he brought his other hand down to circle her clit. She tightened around him, muscles tensing as she came, biting down on his thumb.

He withdrew slowly, curling an arm around her hips as he settled onto the bed beside her. Their breathing slowly returned to normal, and Cameron attempted to sit up so that she could clean up, but House kept his hold tight. He reached over her for the washcloth left abandoned on the floor and used it to wipe the smudged lipstick from her mouth, dropping it back to the floor with the shirt and the rest of his clothing.

"It can wait until tomorrow," he told her, pulling the covers back into place.

She curled her body into his and pressed a leg between his to keep him close. Warm and satisfied, they drifted into sleep.

oOo

When she arrived at work the next morning she found a tube of lipstick sitting on her desk – 'Lady in Red' - with a red ribbon around the case and a note that read: In case you want to try a different shade.

FIN.

Soundtrack From Secretary Ch. 14

2007-10-15T02:34:48Z

Title: Soundtrack from Secretary
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2260

A big thank you to dragynflies for being a such a wonderful bad influence, and doing a speedy beta as always. And to houseketeer for letting me write another chapter - I have such a great time writing these.

It wasn't unusual for any doctor to buckle under the stress of the job, particularly in their department, but Cameron's behavior the past week has worried House.

She's been snapping at the boys the entire day, and although it amuses him to see their expressions when their tiny coworker turned her aggression on them, House knew it wasn't good for the team in the long run. He also thought that he was immune to her outbursts. That was until they walked through the door to his apartment and he made the mistake of asking her what they were having for dinner.

He stays silent, letting her vent.

"You’re cranky," he tells her, pulling her into his arms. "Wanna tell me what’s going on?"

She shakes her head.

"Wanna tell me what you need?"

In response she drapes herself over his knees, presenting her ass to him. He rubs a hand over her, but does not strike her, ignoring her fleeting attempts at encouragement.

His hands help her to sit up again, settling her into the corner of the couch so that she is facing him.

"When is your period due?" he asks, point blank.

Her mouth opens in shock, brow furrowing as she wonders where the abrupt change of topic has come from. He keeps his intense gaze focused on her until she drops her eyes and shifts uncomfortably, giving in to his questioning.

"In a few days," she responds, eyes still downcast.

"I thought so."

Before she can object, or make a comment about men always blaming PMS, he stands from the couch and heads in the direction of the bedroom.

He returns a few minutes later, hands full. Dumping most of the items behind the couch where she cannot see, he swoops in and gathers her hands behind her back, binding them with soft rope.

Satisfied with his handiwork, House takes a seat again.

"Now, tell me what's bothering you."

The tone of his voice, the gently husky rumbling quality, does something to her. She doesn't even protest to his questioning, simply straightens her shoulders and meets his gaze.

"I’m sick of being forced to make all the decisions. I hold my own at work, but Foreman and Chase will never back me up, because then I'll get the blame if I'm wrong."

He watches her in silence.

"You're right," she admits, "I am cranky. I'm sorry. I just don't want to have to think about anything right now. I don't want to have to make all the decisions."

House regards her quietly. "Why did you ask for a spanking?"

She blushes. "I just wanted to escape, to let go. I love the feel of your hand on me…it's like I don't have to think of anything but you."

He nods and strokes her shoulder.

"Do you only feel that way when I spank you?"

"No, it's whenever we do something – I can just let go and I know you'll take care of me."

He is careful to keep contact with her, stroking his hands down her arms and across her back, relaxing her.

The questions continue, growing increasingly more personal, but she answers every one without preamble. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but she is also warm with arousal – she wants him to know everything about her.

When he seems satisfied he stands, holds out a hand to her and leads her to the bathroom. He unties her, leaving the rope on the bench beside the sink.

He runs the bath and turns to pull her shirt from her waistband as the tub fills with water. When her clothes are lying in a puddle on the bathroom floor, he grabs a small bottle from the cupboard and pours its contents into the running water. Almost instantly, bubbles begin forming, drifting along the surface of the water. The smell of chocolate fills the air, causing Cameron to close her eyes and breathe deeply.

"Chocolate bubble bath?" Her appreciation is clear.

"Have a bath and then go into the bedroom to get dressed. There will be clothes laid out on the bed for you."

He closes the door behind him and leaves to prepare her clothes. He chooses simply, wanting her to be relaxed and comfortable – pale blue panties and a black singlet top.

oOo

When she leaves the bathroom, the first thing she does is put on her collar. She studies the clothing he has laid out for her and dresses quickly. Already she can feel the stress draining from her body.

She walks back to the living room and sits when he points a finger at the right side of the couch. The rope from earlier is in his hands, and she leans forward eagerly for him to wrap it around her writs. She wriggles experimentally, feeling the soft scratch against her skin. She can feel her pulse accelerate.

His hand on her chin distracts her from her thoughts. The slightest pressure forces her mouth open and he slips the ball gag between her lips. She rotates her jaw around until it is sitting comfortably, and he waits until she is still before drawing the leather straps behind her head and buckling the ends together.

She looks absolutely breathtaking bound and gagged and ready for him, and he tells her as much.

"You don't have to make any decisions tonight; you're free. You don't have to worry about what to do with your hands or try to find the right words to say. All you need to do is listen to me and do as I say."

Her eyes close briefly and he can tell it is from desire. When she opens them she looks at him eagerly, awaiting direction. A flash of disappointment passes across her face when he tells her to sit quietly while he makes dinner, but she knows he will take care of her eventually and so she settles against the cushions and watches the TV that has been set to mute.

Twenty minutes later he returns, awkwardly carrying a tray laden with plates. He props a second cushion behind her back so she is sitting straighter, her bound arms supported by the extra pillow. He sets the plates on the coffee table in front of them and she recognizes all of her favourite comfort foods.

Grabbing a knife and fork, he cuts her chicken parmigiana into bite-sized pieces. After undoing the ball gag, he lifts the plate to her and instructs her, "Dig in."

Her eyes flick sideways, her confusion evident, but he ignores this and nods encouragingly at the plate under her nose. She bends, opens her mouth and tentatively picks up a piece of chicken between her teeth. His words of encouragement dissolve whatever embarrassment or hesitation she is feeling, and she bends forward a second time, more assuredly snagging another bite.

House rubs his cock through his pants as he watches her dexterous tongue extending, searching for and capturing each piece.

He takes a sip of beer and then holds the bottle out to her, one hand supporting her neck as she drinks. Occasionally, he presses the cold neck of the bottle to her nipple, drawing the thin straps of her singlet down her arms so the shirt bunches at her waist, baring her breasts. He circles each nipple, tilting the bottle just enough so that they enter the tip of the neck so that when his mouth descends he can taste the slightest hint of beer along with her own unique flavor.

When it is time for dessert he pushes the coffee table forward so that there is enough room for her to kneel on the floor. He waits until she is settled on her knees before he sets down a small saucer and drops an ice cube in the center. She leans in straight away, but manages only a few licks before the cube slides away to the opposite side of the plate. He withholds his laughter when she shoots him a dirty look.

Instead, he replaces the ice cube with a scoop of ice cream, stroking his hand through her hair gently as she laps at the chocolaty confection. It takes her several minutes to clear the plate. He holds her hair back from her face and praises her.When she is finished licking the last of the melted dessert, a small amount of chocolate surrounds her mouth.

House cleans her face carefully, kissing her passionately when he finishes.

He refastens the ball gag around her mouth and pulls her back onto the couch. He lifts his right arm and she presses herself into his side. They watch TV, House toying with her intermittently. Now on his second beer, he holds the chilled bottleneck to her nipples, drags it down her stomach, and pushes her panties down so that he can press it to her clit.

She squeals behind the gag but does not shift except to spread her legs further apart. He takes advantage of this and brings his fingers to her entrance. The tips of two fingers probe shallowly and Cameron releases a high pitched whimper. His fingers enter her slowly and she is highly aware of every millimeter of skin as it passes along her walls. Her hips buck but he stills his hand and refuses to continue.

The fingers withdraw from her and leave a glistening trail as he wipes them along her belly and around each nipple. His mouth follows, alternating between long flat strokes and thin pointed strokes with the tip of his tongue as he devours her.

He continues to tease her.

When it seems like he will tease her endlessly, he pats his laps and says, "Hop on."

She smiles as best she can around the gag and swings a leg over to straddle him.

"Ah ah," he stops her. "Facing the other way."

As she turns herself so that her back is to him, he unzips his jeans and pushes them and his boxers to the floor. She settles herself on his lap and he uses his hands on her hips to guide her onto his erection. He is able to penetrate her more deeply from this angle, and Cameron moans low in her throat as he flicks a finger across her clit.

He uses his hands on her hips to guide her up and down on his cock, thrusting deep and slow and then hard and shallow so she cannot maintain any sort of rhythm as she pushes back into him.

She drops her weight under his guiding hands and he pushes her upper body forward so that she is eye level with the coffee table. His hands gather her loose hair and he pulls it into a ponytail that he grips tightly in one hand, using it to guide her movements. His other hand is splayed on her upper back, keeping her bent forward.

Once they have settled into this position he speeds up his thrusting, and he can feel the strength of her pussy clutching at him while he delights in the sight of his cock disappearing into her body only to emerge coated in her arousal.

She breathes deeply through her nose and he can tell she is close. He pushes into her harder, and winds a hand around to circle her clit. Once his fingers touch her it only takes a second for her orgasm to hit. She slams her hips back into his so forcefully her legs begin to tremble. Loud moans sound from her throat in time with every frenzied thrust.

His hand tightens in her hair as he comes hard. He enjoys watching her shudder as he fills her, and uses the hand in her hair to pull her back into his arms, their flushed skin pressed tightly together.

He unfastens the gag and she watches him quietly as he then unties her hands, her eyes regarding him warmly. He massages her wrists to promote normal blood flow, and then reaches out to the half empty beer bottle in front of them and holds it to her lips. Even though her hands are now free she allows him to tip the bottle and tilts her head back to accept the drink.

Her eyes begin to droop and he notices immediately.

"Time for bed," he tells her, and she obediently stands and pads down the hall to the bedroom.

He is not far behind, and he helps her snuggle down beneath the covers before leaving to tidy up the living room. He puts the leftover food in the fridge and leaves the pile of dishes beside the sink, too tired to bother cleaning them properly.

Cameron is sleeping peacefully by the time he crawls into bed. The gentle smile on her face even as she sleeps assures him he has satisfied her. With that knowledge he slips into sleep much quicker than normal, grateful for her warmth beside him.

oOo

He watches her the following day at work.

She is decisive and confident, even arguing with him over the suggested treatment of their patient. He observes her interaction with Chase and Foreman and finds himself filled with pride.

As they leave the hospital that night he squeezes the hand he holds in his. He taps her on the ass playfully and threatens, "You can expect a punishment for talking back to me today."

"Fine by me," Cameron responds, wiggling her ass at him to encourage another swat.

He obliges and pulls her into his side, mumbling, "My naughty little girl."

FIN.

Fetish: Killer Heels

2007-10-01T16:13:24Z

Title: Fetish – Killer Heels
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4138

Summary: House takes an active interest in the contents of Cameron's wardrobe. The first of a series.

A big thank you to my beta dragynflies for her speedy work and wonderful words of encouragement.

All comments are very much welcome, I’d love to hear what you think.

oOo

It was during one of their evenings at Cameron's apartment that he made the discovery. He returned from the bathroom to find her kneeling in front of her opened closet, shoes spilling out onto the carpet. Leaning casually on his cane, he stood and observed her riffling through the pile of mismatched shoes of all designs and styles. He craned his neck to get a better view of her ass as she leaned forward to reach further into the closet, refusing to turn away even when she caught him in the act. She smirked and pushed her hips back, giving him a better view when she crawled forward on all fours to retrieve a pair of shoes from the back of the pile.

She sat back on her heels, satisfied. "I was trying to find my brown pumps," she explained, gesturing to the pair in her lap.

He gave her a look that clearly said, 'women', but she chose to ignore it.

"Why on earth do you need so many shoes?"

"Why do you need so many t-shirts?" she returned.

His affronted expression made her smile.

"I actually wear my shirts," he defended, "I’ve never even seen you wear most of these things.'

They stared at one another for a long minute, the look in their eyes clearly communicating that the remark had been taken as a challenge.

oOo

The following morning he reached out a hand to her, halting her usual ritual of getting ready for work. Pointing to a pair of black stilettos he tilted his head to one side and lifted an eyebrow, asking a silent question. Cameron responded by plucking the shoes from the open closet and fixing them to her feet.

For the rest of the day House found it impossible to concentrate on anything but the thin five inch heels protruding from the hem of her trousers. He imagined she was no longer a professional doctor but instead an exotic call girl, masquerading in her finest clothing to disguise the sultry vixen within.

He wanted to unleash that vixen, to tame her.

That evening as Cameron walked through the lobby on her way to the parking lot a hand appeared from nowhere and dragged her into a seldom used office turned storage closet.

He pushed her roughly against a ceiling-high bookcase, the undeniable bulge of an erection pressing into her back. She moaned and a strong hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her.

"Look at you, pretty girl," the voice taunted. "Looking so innocent and pure, the good doctor. But your shoes tell me otherwise. No, your shoes say you're a dirty girl."

He took hold of her hips and thrust against her.

"Would you let me fuck you right here, dirty girl?"

Her throat closed over, choked with desire. In answer to his question she stepped back and removed her clothing as quickly as possible. Leaving the shoes in place, she bent at the waist, reaching her hands between her legs to hold herself open for him.

House forced his jeans down his legs, her actions making them all too tight. He watched her for a moment, taking pleasure from the way she trembled with desire as she held her position. She remained quiet, presenting herself for his taking and waiting for him to do as he pleased to her.

He took hold of his erection and rubbed the head over the flesh she so eagerly displayed for him. At his touch she removed her hands, crying out when he pulled back when she did. He waited patiently for her to figure out what he wanted, pleased when he saw her hands return to holding herself open.

He pressed himself against her, pausing to make sure she'd hold position. Finally, he eased his way inside her, fixated on the pink flesh enveloping his cock.

The position made sure he rubbed her in all the right places, which in turn made her tighten around him. She clamped her lips shut to stop any moans from escaping. Her fingers shook with the effort it took to hold still, but the feeling of his cock brushing against her hands as he pounded into her made it worth it.

She pushed her ass into him and altered the position of his strokes so that they pressed against her g-spot with each thrust. He gripped her hips and built to a rough pace, animalistic in his fucking.

She tasted blood as her teeth bit through her bottom lip, the force of his thrusts rocking her into the wooden shelves and ensuring she'd have bruises for days to come. None of that mattered, so focused was she on the tingling warmth spreading quickly through her center.

She did her best to rock her hips back into his, but quickly submitted to him. The second she gave up all control her pussy began clenching around him and the warmth exploded within her. He circled his hips and shortened his thrusts to tease the full force of her climax from her, shocked by the strength of the convulsions around his cock.

Everything about her was primal and raw, her position, her body language, and the pulsing of her tight cunt had him pumping hot come into her only seconds later.

Withdrawing and pulling his jeans back on, he watched Cameron as she remained bent at the waist, their combined fluids glistening on her skin. Batting her hands away, he gave her a tap on the ass to let her know it was okay to stand. She straightened, keeping her back to him as she dressed.

Teetering slightly on the high heels, Cameron turned to face him once more. They slipped silently from the room and made their way across the now empty lobby. Cameron's blush was now visible in the harsh lighting.

Something inside House warmed at the sight.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, giving her a slight squeeze.

"Good girl."

oOo

From that point forward it became a game between them, with him presenting her with a pair of his choosing each day.

To her surprise, the first pair he chose were a simple black work shoe, no heel, and certainly not what she'd call sexy. Her confusion cleared moments later when he handed her a white blouse and short skirt to complete the outfit.

She played into his fantasy, twirling her hair around her fingers and shooting him hesitantly flirty looks.

In less than ten minutes he had her over his knee, her skirt draped above her waist. For once House was turned on by the lack of sexy lingerie, the simple cotton panties fitting perfectly into his fantasy.

He rubbed a hand over her buttocks to warm her before drawing back and connecting solidly. She released a short gasp but otherwise remained quiet.

"That’s it," he praised. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, little girl."

After that, the blows rained down fast and hard. He was shocked at how well she seemed to be handling it, hoping she was getting as much pleasure from the act as he was. He trailed a hand over her ass, rubbing firmly, giving her time to gather herself.

It appeared she was ready for more, however, a fact that made his cock twitch inside his jeans. The very second his hand made contact she bucked her hips against him, seeking firmer contact.

He resumed the spanking, watching her body shamelessly rubbing into his lap as she emitted tiny high-pitched cries. When his hand began to tire and he could see the muscles in her thighs quivering uncontrollably, he swung his palm down a final time and left it cupping her heated skin.

Cameron crawled off his lap and dropped to her knees the second he removed his hand. Quick hands tugged open his jeans and lowered them over his hips before she dipped her head to encase his cock between her lips. Her tongue travelled the length of him, lapping delicately over all his most sensitive areas.

She hummed deep in her throat, sending vibrations bouncing along his shaft, causing his fingers to clench in her hair. She let him guide her movements, allowing him the freedom to direct the depth and pace of his thrusts.

All the while, her tongue rolled around his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth and soon enough he was holding her head still as he emptied himself inside her. After he released her head she sat back on her feet and swallowed, keeping eye contact the entire time.

She licked her lips and watched him expectantly. He offered her a smile and extended his hand. Pulling her up onto his lap and into his arms, he kissed her neck and praised, "My good girl."

oOo

The second night a pair of strappy sandals dangled from his outstretched hand. She sat silently on the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. Gentle hands held her firmly by the ankles as he wound the silken straps around her lower legs, binding her.

"Mine," he said, fixing her with a piercing stare.

Her eyes widened momentarily but she dipped her head in a brief nod. He rewarded her with a small smile and extended his palm for her to take. She placed her hand in his without hesitation and followed eagerly as he led her down the hallway to the living room.

House settled himself into one corner of the couch and pulled her down atop him. A steady hold on her hips encouraged her to spread her thighs wider so that she was straddling lap as close as possible.

She held herself still, pressed against him tightly, waiting for his instruction. The hands at her hips shifted to tug her singlet top from her waist up over her head before returning to her hips. He took a moment to admire the flesh he'd just bared, taking in the rosy flush spreading across her chest.

The impulse to add to that colour, to mark her as his own, was overwhelming.

With a firm squeeze he indicated his desire for her to move. She responded instantly, rocking her hips forward and rolling her body in elegant waves. He kept a hold on her until she had established a strong rhythm. When he was satisfied she would keep up the movement of her hips he turned his attention back to the flush of her skin.

He could no longer keep the desire to mark her in check, and unleashed that primal energy against the delicate skin of her breasts. His mouth found a piece of skin on the upper part of her left breast and attached itself. He sucked and nipped with all his strength, creating a firm seal around her skin.

Cameron stumbled slightly in her movement, finding it difficult to concentrate with his mouth suckling her breast. She could feel herself getting wet, the damp material of her panties pressing the seam of her yoga pants in closer contact with her clit. Combined with the hard ridge of his erection pushing against her every nerve, she quickly found herself losing control over her body’s response.

She paused as she imagined how they would look from the outside. Naked from the waist up, still wearing her pants as she rubbed herself against him in a lewd display of lust. The thought turned her on more than she expected. The idea that House could arouse her so quickly and so fully that she would abandon all self control had her soaking wet.

As if reading her thoughts, he redoubled his efforts on her breast and she rocked against him with greater force.

He pulled back to admire his work, smiling at the various shades of red adorning the dime-sized patch of skin. His tongue laved the angry mark and then once more his mouth attached itself. Every few seconds he would break the seal his mouth created and scrape the edges of his teeth along her breast.

She couldn't control herself, lost in the feel of such delicious pressure on her clit, the electric tingling shooting from the point where his mouth connected. Strangled moans flew from her throat as she rocked desperately against him. Faster than she expected, and without any further contact, she found herself reaching orgasm, her jaw open wide as her head titled backward to let frantic moans escape.

He sat back and licked his lips.

She watched him with eyes that screamed of her love for him.

He pressed a final kiss to his mark on her breast and leaned back to catch her eye.

"Mine," he repeated.

oOo

The following week brought cooler weather and for the first time Cameron was able to dust off her knee-high boots. Her favourite pair, they made her feel confident and sexy. It showed in her every movement, from the strength in her shoulders to the sway of her hips, and House was not immune to the transformation.

He watched with interest as her confidence grew throughout the day, until she came strutting into his office not long after the others had left for the evening. He'd drawn most of the blinds in preparation for what he had planned. She walked through the conference room door and over to where he was reclined in his armchair.

As she stalked toward him his eyes fixated on her boots once more. She'd chosen to wear a floor-length skirt, a slit up one side revealing not only smooth leather but also the slightest glimpse of bare thigh. She came to a stop in front of the footrest, towering over him, hands on hips.

She watched him with soft eyes, seemingly unaware of his lecherous thoughts. His eyes travelled the length of her, taking in each small detail.

She was perfect.

The longer he observed her, the faster he fell under her spell. Her newfound confidence sparked something inside of him. The smell of leather filled his nostrils. He felt his temperature increase alongside his breathing as he planned his next move.

Slowly, he sat straighter and shuffled forward. Thinking he was preparing to stand, Cameron took a few steps back but was stopped by a warm hand on the back of her thigh. He slid his hands up her legs, dragging the material of her skirt with him.

Strong palms cupped her calves and pulled her closer. She adjusted her feet so that she was standing shoulder-width apart, looking down at him through a curtain of hair.

Finally he reached her hips and pushed her skirt upward to bunch around her waist, held firmly in place by one hand. With his free hand he raced the outline of her panties with careful fingertips. Leaning forward he pressed his cheek to her thigh, turning his head to breathe in her scent, savouring her warmth.

He kissed his way along her thigh. When he reached her juncture he used his nose to push her panties aside. He dropped a quick kiss against her curls before withdrawing and easing her panties down. They fell softly at her feet. She took a second to step out and kick the material aside and then rebalanced herself by holding onto his shoulders.

He shifted so that he was seated on the edge of the footrest. With gentle hands, he held her open and extended his tongue to tease the length of her. The muscles in her thighs tightened at the contact. He shifted to her clit, moving his tongue in increasingly tighter circles. She sighed her approval and pressed herself closer to his mouth.

House shifted to kiss a line down her leg.

"Goddess," he murmured against the silky skin of her inner thigh.

Pressing a final kiss to the delicate skin of her thigh, he brought his mouth back to her clit and sucked the tiny bud firmly between his lips. Her moan echoed in his ears and spurred him on. His tongue covered every inch of her, finding every crease and fold and giving it his fullest attention.

As his tongue pushed its way inside her his hands ran up and down the length of her boots, memorising the feel of smooth leather beneath his hands.

"Worship you," he whispered, warm breath floating softly over her already heated flesh, making her shudder.

Her moans increased. As he continued to work his tongue along her slippery flesh he glanced up to watch her face. Strands of hair stuck damply to her forehead, her flushed cheeks nothing in comparison to the brightness of her eyes as she watched him.

Focusing all his attention on her once more, House held the skin surrounding her clit taught, exposing the tiny bundle of nerves to his mouth. The hands stroking her boots sped up, pulling her tighter against him. His tongue darted out to flick against her, encouraging louder moans from her lips. He suckled firmly, lapping a steady rhythm against her, building in intensity until he heard her gasping cries as her fingers tightened in his hair.

He calmed her with gentle sweeping motions, feeling warm with satisfaction from having pleased her so thoroughly.

Trembling slightly, Cameron allowed House to steady her, helping her to sit beside him. They sat quietly for a few minutes. When it seemed as though she'd calmed enough to be able to stand without her legs collapsing from under her, House helped her to her feet and headed for the door.

"So, Chinese for dinner tonight?"

oOo

Friday came and went without House initiating any scenes, and Cameron was beginning to wonder if he had given up on his games.

At the end of the day, she waited for him in his office, jacket on and bag slung over her shoulder. After twenty minutes, he finally appeared from wherever he'd been hiding. She was surprised to see he'd changed out of his jeans and into a pair of charcoal trousers.

He did his best to ignore her decidedly pleased expression.
"I made dinner reservations for 8," he said, handing her a bag.

Glancing inside she saw he had packed her black cocktail dress and a pair of silver heels. Impressed, she threw him a smile before leaving the room to change.

He was waiting outside the locker room when she emerged. He took her hand and led her out to the car, surprising her by holding her door open for her. They made light conversation on the way to the restaurant.

Throughout dinner they avoided talk about the hospital, discussing travel destinations and embarrassing family members instead.

Cameron was a little bit unnerved by the attention he was paying her, so different to the way he usually behaved. She wondered just what he had planned, noticing his frequent glances at her shoes. She told herself not to question his actions and just enjoy the night out together.

After sharing a deliciously rich chocolate torte for dessert, they returned to his apartment. House held the door open for her, escorting her to the couch with a steady hand at the small of her back. He motioned for her to sit while he prepared the coffee.

When he returned a few minutes later she offered him a smile as he handed her a mug. He kept a close eye on her as they drank their coffee, sitting in comfortable silence.

The second they'd finished their drinks House pushed the empty mugs aside and took her hand in his own. He raised it to his lips and dropped a kiss on the back of her hand. Cameron melted at the contact.

He pulled her closer to him and touched his lips to hers. They kissed gently for several minutes, until Cameron tried to take the kiss deeper and House pulled back abruptly.

"What's wrong?" she asked, attempting to shuffle closer and throw a leg over his hips.

House withdrew further into his end of the couch, holding up a hand to halt her advance. He took her hand and stood, leading the way down the hallway and into the bedroom. He spun her so that her back was to the bed and pressed himself to her body, taking small steps forward until her knees gave out against the edge of the bed and she collapsed onto the plush bedding.

A hand lightly stroked down her body, starting at her throat, travelling between her breasts to her stomach. The hand remained, keeping her from shifting position.

"Princess..." he smiled. "There's no need to rush."

He removed his hand and watched her relax back into the covers. He stood and stripped out of his clothing. Stepping back to the edge of the bed, he lifted her with strong arms under her shoulders so that she was sitting. The rasp of the zipper echoed in the stillness of the room. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and watched as the material fell to her waist.

Cameron lay back on the bed and lifted her hips for him to pull the dress off her body, taking her tiny lace panties along too. His gaze roamed her body.

"I'm going to make you forget about all other men tonight. They've all been boys; they didn't know how to please you."

His words made her shiver, her chest heaving as she gulped air into struggling lungs. Eyes wide, she watched him climb onto the bed and settle beside her.

He began by peppering light kisses across each cheek. Hands traced gentle patterns down her arms, circling the pulse point at each wrist, while his lips pulled at her earlobe.

Her lips parted and a low sigh escaped. The strength and assurance in his actions made her tremble. She closed her eyes to focus on the sense of touch alone.

Lips covered every patch of skin from her collarbones to her stomach, his hands following with light touches that left her skin tingling with need.

It was as if he was feasting on her.

What seemed like hours later, he parted her thighs and settled between them. His tongue extended and swept the length of her, drawing louder cries from her lips. His tongue played in her folds, dancing rhythmically along her labia and to her clitoris. When he tapped at it with the tip of his tongue she felt her inner muscles spasm and begin to contract.

Her cheeks flushed at the force of her orgasm, and as she struggled to catch her breath she hoped he would move up her body and make love to her properly.

But when he did not shift from his position she found her legs shaking in anticipation. He parted her with gentle hands and eased two fingers inside her. With his fingers pressing against her walls and his mouth laying kisses along her belly, it wasn't long before she found herself coming a second time.

Once more he did not pause. From lips to fingers and back again, he showed no signs of slowing. Each climax faded into another until she lost count of the number of times he'd brought her to the edge and simply lay helpless against the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

By the time he finally pushed inside her she was more than ready for him. She brought her legs up to hook around his lower back and let out a harsh breath as he began thrusting against her.

Her entire body surged with electricity. The generosity he'd shown her, even if it was part of a role play, made her heart feel full. Hoping to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he'd shown her, Cameron tilted her hips forward and clamped down on his shaft. His eyes widened as he increased his pace, dropping his head to suck and nibble on each of her nipples.

She surrendered a final time, wrapping herself around him tightly as she rode out her orgasm. A few thrusts later he joined her. He pulled back and collapsed on the bed beside her. He ran a hand over her stomach to soothe her, pleased to see her so thoroughly satiated.

Cameron sat up so that she could roll over onto her side and mould her body to his. She laughed as she caught sight of the shoes which had remained on her feet the entire time.

House followed her gaze and shifted down to undo the straps and remove the heels. He ran a hand over the shoes - so classy and feminine and petite - and smiled as he placed them to the side of the bed.

"So much for women being obsessed with shoes. I think you've developed a bit of a fetish."

"We all have our fetishes," he replied with a smile.

FIN.

melts

2007-08-22T12:46:24Z

I'd just like to say that Cuddy, in 10's episode of House tonight? Totally had me hot. That skirt? With the slits up BOTH sides? GUH. I couldn't concentrate when she was walking because I was too busy watching those gorgeous toned thighs being revealed.

I would totally ~~go gay for~~ ~~rape~~ romance and have crazy hot sex with Lisa Edelstein.

*off to write Cuddy/Cameron lesbian smut*

psyche_cuore @ 2007-08-21T14:36:00

2007-08-21T04:52:32Z

- Pick your birth month.
- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
- Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.
- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut.

DECEMBER:
Loyal and generous. Sexy. ~~Patriotic~~. ~~Active in games and interactions~~. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. ~~Influential in organizations~~. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. ~~Not egotistic~~. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

JANUARY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY:
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH:
Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL:
Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE:
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY:
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST:
Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

NOVEMBER:
Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

DECEMBER:
Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

Soundtrack From Secretary Ch. 9

2007-07-28T04:11:00Z

Title: Soundtrack From Secretary
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Words: 2641

A/N: A massive thank you to houseketeer for offering me the chance to write a chapter of her amazing series, and for putting up with me throughout the process. :)
And to chaosity for staying up past midnight letting me bounce ideas off her.

He woke to find her kneeling on the bed beside him, a hopeful expression on her face. He smiled slightly and drew her in for a kiss, allowing her to take it deeper. When they separated he was pleased to see she didn’t press for more. The hopeful expression remained, though.

For the past five days he’d been withholding her orgasms, hoping to teach her some self control. She’d been misbehaving, twisting his instructions to suit herself too often.

He got a thrill out of the way her eyes lit up as he rolled her onto her back and settled atop her. He pressed his hips into her and her thighs parted to cradle his body. Their lips met again and a loud moan escaped her. He broke way to run kisses down her neck, hands smoothing over her thighs. Her hips bucked against him and he took pity on her, entering her smoothly.

He saw the question in her eyes and shook his head. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, but clenched around him and arched her back to change the angle and increase his pleasure.

She thought back to the morning after he’d imposed his orgasmic ban. She’d found him in the kitchen. When she approached she was immediately encouraged onto the counter, and he’d taken only a second to turn off the hotplate before thrusting into her. She’d responded eagerly, thinking he’d changed his mind about the no orgasm rule. But he’d made no move to touch her, and simply sped up his thrusts until he came inside her. He’d smirked at her as he withdrew, “Did you think just because you’re not allowed to come I wouldn’t be making the most of that gorgeous body?”

The pattern had repeated itself over the last few days and she’d come to expect it. It didn’t stop her from hoping each time would be different.

She fingered the collar at her neck and smiled. It wasn’t like he was denying her completely. She couldn’t imagine how she would cope with not being able to make love to him. And as long as he was happy, so was she.

With that in mind she clenched around him again, drawing her knees back toward her chest, doing everything she could to make it good for him. His breathing quickly became more laboured. She mumbled words of encouragement as he increased his speed, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Her hands clenched against his back in a vain attempt to keep herself from climax and keep him from leaving her. It proved futile as one minute later he withdrew from her. She watched him stroke himself a few times before he came, spilling over her thighs.

Cameron bit back a moan, her arousal spiking. House shuffled to the edge of the bed and started to dress. When he was finished he turned to her, still splayed out across his bed, their combined fluids coating her inner thighs.

“Clean yourself up and let’s go. We don’t want to be late for work.”

* * *

The pitiful looks continued that day at work. He’d catch sight of her from his office and, as if she sensed she was being watched, she would always turn and meet his eyes. The longing he saw in hers didn’t make him nearly as uncomfortable as it once had.

* * *

When they returned home that evening Cameron went straight to the bedroom to collect her collar. She carried it back into the living room and dropped to her knees in front of him where he sat on the couch.

She held the collar out to him. “Please?”

He shook his head. “We’ll be going out soon.”

“But I want to wear it,” she pleaded.

He rolled his eyes, hating that one look could make him give in to her. He took the collar from her and shifted to the edge of the seat. One hand swept her hair to the side while the other brought the collar up to her throat. With infinite care he drew the ends together.

“Only for on hour or so,” he told her.

She nuzzled her head into his palm, smiling softly.

With the familiar leather against her skin she relaxed against him. He pulled her up on to the couch with him, turning back to the TV. After awhile he got up and went into the kitchen, returning with two bowls of noodles. They ate in silence, pressed together.

Cameron lost track of time, happy to simply be with him. She was beginning to get drowsy when House shifted beside her.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.”

“I’m fine staying as I am.”

“Then go wait by the door. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said.

Cameron scurried to the door and dropped to her knees. She glanced down the hallway, estimating how much time she’d have before he returned. Her hand began to inch down her belly. All she wanted was one little rub on her clit to ease the throbbing that had haunted her all day long.

She’d managed to get her hand halfway under her waistband when she heard his footsteps.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was more of a demand than a question. She stared at him with wide eyes.

He wound his hand tightly in her hair, clutching a fistful and using it to guide her head backward. “Are you going to behave yourself?”

She nodded and he gave a sharp tug on her hair.

“Yes,” she answered.

He drew her to her feet, and she followed him out to the car.

They pulled in to a parking lot fifteen minutes later and House killed the engine. He stopped her before she could open the door.

“Time for this to come off,” he told her as he reached around to unbuckle the collar.

She looked at him questioningly, eyes locked on the collar in his hands.

“We’re really going grocery shopping?” she asked, incredulously.

“Unless you want to survive on peanut butter and bread for the next week.”

He opened his door and she followed suit, waiting as he locked the car. They made their way to the entrance and he took her hand in his, linking their fingers. She smiled at the gesture and allowed her disappointment to fade.

Inside the store, she reached to take control of the trolley but he caught her wrist in a firm grip. He used his hold to pull her to the end of the cart and wrapped her fingers around the left corner.

“I’m doing the driving.”

She nodded, acknowledging that she would not move unless told. He guided the trolley up and down the aisles. He stopped and reached for a packet of clothespins, causing Cameron to regard him curiously.

“You have a dryer, what do you need clothespins for?”

He leered and pressed himself against her back. “When you’re being naughty I can use them to punish you. Maybe you won’t be so insolent with a couple of these squeezing your nipples.”

She felt herself react instantly, and knew he could see her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He continued that way through the rest of the store, adding the necessary groceries but then stopping at something completely mundane and describing how he would use it to tease her.

A wooden spoon – “I can just imagine the little squeals you’d make if I spanked you with this.”

A loofa glove – “Can you picture me touching you all over your body with this? The warmth and the heightened sensitivity it would cause?”

She felt like everyone else in the store knew exactly what was going on. She knew it was unlikely, that it was just her imagination, but even the thought turned her on.

She turned to see House pick up a box of latex gloves. Her heartbeat accelerated. He advanced on her, waving the gloves in her face.

“Maybe you have a doctor fantasy?”

She nodded eagerly. “There is one particular doctor I fantasize about constantly.”

He smirked and tossed the gloves back on the shelf. “I’ve got better props at home, anyway.”

She smiled and followed him to the next aisle. There he picked up a length of electrical cord. She thought nothing of it, figuring he needed to replace his extension lead. He surprised her by unraveling a section of the cord and wrapping it around her wrist in full view of other shoppers. Heat rose to her cheeks as she watched him bind her hand securely.

He gave a tug on the loose end, pulling her against him. He bent forward and whispered in her ear, “Makes an excellent restraint. It’s sturdy, but won’t abrade your skin. How does it feel?”

Dangerously erotic. “Perfect.”

He kissed her quickly before unwrapping the cord from her wrist. Her cheeks were stained red but she didn’t object to his actions and for that he was pleased. He glanced into the trolley and did a quick list check in his head.

“That looks about everything. Are you ready to go home?”

She nodded and he turned the trolley around and headed for the checkouts, but not before dropping the cord in with the rest of the items. Cameron followed silently, her mind spinning with thoughts of what was in store for her when they arrived back at his apartment.

Back in the car, he reached over to unbutton her pants, slipping his hand under the waistband of her panties to check her arousal. He found her soaked and rewarded her with a few shallow thrusts of his finger. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. Her face brightened as she saw her collar.

“You’ll be needing this later tonight,” he told her.

* * *

The instant they walked in the door House collapsed onto the couch. Cameron took the bags into the kitchen without a word. She quickly put the groceries away and brought the other items back into the living room. She dropped the bag in front of him and went to sit next to him. He stopped her before she had a chance to sit.

“Clothes off,” he said casually, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV.

She obeyed, tossing each item of clothing on the empty cushion beside him. She stood in front of him, waiting. When he bent forward she tensed expectantly, thinking he was reaching for the bag of toys. Instead, he plucked her panties from the file next to him and fingered the material.

“I want you to go into the bedroom and get yourself ready for me. When you’re close to coming I want you to come back out here and let me know.”

She stalled for a moment, wondering if there was more, thinking he’d put their improvised toys to good use. His focus was back on the TV, however, so she followed his instructions and headed into the bedroom.

He did his best to focus on what was playing on screen instead of the muffled moans emanating from the other room. Close to twenty minutes later he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He shut off the TV and motioned for her to stand in front of him. He took in her flushed cheeks and the fine sheen of sweat covering her body and quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I’m close to orgasm,” she told him.

“Did you get yourself nice and hot for me?”

Her legs trembled as she nodded.

“Show me. I want your fingers in your cunt, now.”

She licked her lips and sighed, struggling to keep herself under control. His power over her was overwhelming. She pushed two fingers inside herself, twisting and curling to draw out the sensation. Her breathing was harsh and she did nothing to silence her cries, wanting him to see and hear how ready she was. She pulled her hand away and held her fingers out to him.

“Good girl, you are ready.”

She beamed at his approval, eyeing the bag at his feet. He stood and retrieved something from a draw on the other side of the room.

He held it out to her. “I bought you a present.”

She opened the bag and removed a flesh-toned dildo. Her head snapped up to look at him.

“I thought you could use a proper toy to play with. Why don’t you go back to the bedroom and give it a test drive.”

This time he followed her, standing at the foot of the bed. He stood and watched as she scooted backward on the bed, settling herself on her back. She caught his eye and spread her thighs. She slid the toy slowly inside herself, her eyes fixed on his. Her breath hitched and she tilted her hips to take the toy deeper.

He continued to watch her work the toy in and out of her body, bucking wildly.

“You have permission to come now, Cameron.”

She worked herself into a frenzy, pumping furiously. The tendons in her thighs strained as she forced her legs wider. She tilted her pelvis, pressed as hard as she dared on her clit, but nothing worked. Tears formed in her eyes.

“I can’t come,” she cried.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching her carefully.

She brought one hand up to pinch and twist her nipple, keeping a steady rhythm with the dildo in the other. It sent a jolt of fire to her core but didn’t bring her any closer to climax.

Her hand moved from her breast to her collar. She pulled on the D ring, a move that never failed to tip her over the edge. A silent scream of frustration escaped her. All her attention was focused between her thighs, on the new toy fucking her so well.

It felt amazing, but after five long days all she wanted was House inside her, knowing he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied again.

“I need you,” she begged.

He watched her struggle for a minute more before stepping forward and halting her movements. He tossed the toy to the floor and brought his cock to her entrance. She whimpered as the head pushed into her, taking her slowly. He gave a few experimental thrusts before settling on a strong rhythm. After only four thrusts she was grasping at him, screaming his name as her long awaited orgasm crashed over her.

He held still, the force of her climax making it difficult to do anything else. She was incoherent, tossing her head from side to side. He watched her in awe. She was so responsive, forcefully clenching around his length to make sure he didn’t withdraw. When he shifted back she grunted in protest.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, and pushed into her again.

This time he moved slowly, drawing out every stroke. He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her, putting everything into the simple act. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues wrestled for dominance. His hands smoothed up her sides, stroking over her breasts and back down her stomach. Little tingles trailed after his hands, making her gasp. His thumb moved to her clit and circled, applying enough pressure to force her over the edge once more. He stifled her moans with his mouth, kissing her as she rode out the feeling. The sight and feel of her was too much, and he came hard.

She peppered tiny kisses all over his face while he recovered. He withdrew and rolled to the side, pulling her against him.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

She smiled. “Yes,” and he got the impression she wanted to say more.

He decided not to push it for tonight, and wrapped his arm tighter around her, settling under the blankets.

“Good.”

FIN.

I always knew I was a genius...

2007-07-13T15:34:33Z

I just got my final grades for the semester.

I got HIGH DISTINCTIONS for EVERYTHING!

HOLY FUCK.

*dances around wildly*

That is all.

Oops.

2007-07-13T13:18:22Z

Cathryn will get a kick out of this:

You know how I've been all excited, talking about how I'm going to be finishing my degree on July 26th?

I got the date wrong.

Hee. Oops. It's July 23rd instead.

Which is good, because yay, I finish earlier than I thought. But bad because I now have three days less to do my final essay. I'm so sleep deprived I just don't know what day it is anymore. *rolls eyes at self*

Birthday Fic!

2007-07-12T02:36:27Z

Title: Desire
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17. Contains BDSM.

For houseketeer. Happy birthday, hon.

She could feel the eyes of strangers burning her, an uncomfortable knot of anxiety settling at the base of her spine, tightening her muscles. Trying her best to ignore the stares, Cameron forced herself forward, taking careful steps.

When the owner led her out the back of the club and started up an old flight of stairs, Cameron once again cursed her choice of footwear. The shoes, with their six inch heels, were hardly something she would wear every day, but earlier in the night as she'd stood in front of her closet mirror she had decided they were entirely suitable for this night. More than that, the shoes made her feel sexy, alluring, and provocative. They provided the shift from Dr Cameron to Allison, at her most private.

Bringing herself back to the present, Cameron took a breath and carefully navigated her way up the aging stairs, gripping the handrail cautiously so as to avoid splinters. The second level of the club was split into three sections, the owner explained. To her left was a room with two way glass, ultra violet light from within the room highlighting it’s content, a queen sized mattress.

"The Voyeur Room," the owner stated simply.

Next to it was a large caged area with all kinds of bondage equipment, mostly things Cameron recognized, but many she didn’t.

She'd fantasized about coming to a place like this for a long time, but as the owner continued the tour, and the more she spoke about such forbidden things in such a nonchalant manner, the more freaked out Cameron became. She didn't belong here. Yes, she’d been curious, had toyed with the idea of coming to the club for months before working up the courage to do so, but now that she was actually there it was frighteningly overwhelming.

After a quick overview of the rest of the club and a final recital of the rules, the owner shook her hand and disappeared down the stairs.

Cameron tried to take it all in. She surveyed the room and was immediately drawn to a scene playing out in a far corner. A man, tall and thin with a t-shirt stretched across a muscular back was tying a woman to a wooden cross. Mesmerized, with each loop of the rope around the woman's wrists Cameron felt herself becoming aroused. Her stomach fluttered as she continued to watch.

Unaware that she was being watched herself, Cameron stayed focused on the movement of the man’s hands. She imagined what those hands would be like up close – large and strong and warm – capturing her own limbs. Her mind substituted herself in place of the woman. From behind there were enough similarities between the man and House that it didn’t take much effort to substitute them.

To her, House was the type of person who sought to control every aspect of life – through medicine, his puzzles, his team. But she realized as much as he sought control over such events he never really managed it. The very nature of his job meant so much was out of his control. Besides the fact that it was one of her biggest fantasies, she imagined he would find peace through domination. It saddened her to think that he would be at once in control and protecting himself emotionally.

She fantasized about submitting to him, being the one he gave himself fully to. She’d spent hours picturing what they’d be like together. Hours where she’d fingered herself to orgasm thinking of his hands on her body, laid bare for his taking.

So caught up in her thoughts, Cameron jumped in shock at a sudden blast from the sound system. The owner of the club took center stage to welcome everyone and the crowd shifted to surround the stage. In the movement of the crowd she lost sight of the man. Disappointed, she stepped forward to join the others, listening as the owner outlined the night’s entertainment. Once the announcements were over she glanced around the club once more before deciding to take a walk around the floor. She told herself she was not looking for the man, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart sink when she saw no sign of him.

After walking two laps of the club with no sight of him, Cameron stopped at the bar to get a drink. She sat on the end of an empty couch across the room from the main play area. Listening half-heartedly to the action on stage, she took in each piece of equipment, cataloguing the ones that caught her interest.

In one corner sat a stool, low to the ground, covered in leather and metal studs. She imagined being sent to sit in the corner on such a stool as punishment. Imagined waiting as the minutes ticked by, with nothing to focus on but the smell of the leather and the pain of the studs pressing into her delicate skin.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her thoughts set off a throbbing ache between her thighs.

She focused her attention to the left and felt her heart jump at the sight before her. A woman was stretched out over a padded workhorse, limbs fixed to each of the four legs. A younger man stood with a paddle in his hand preparing to swing. The scene itself made her hot, but then the man with the dark t-shirt stepped out from behind the man with the paddle and Cameron’s heart rate tripled.

The man who reminded her so much of House took hold of the paddle and demonstrated three strong swats. It was too dark to see if the paddle had left red marks on the woman's buttocks, but the way her body convulsed told Cameron the man knew what he was doing.

She was so caught up in watching every movement that she failed to notice a man approaching her.

"Your first visit?" he asked with a smile.

She forced herself to turn away.

"How did you know?"

"The staring. Newbies always seem overwhelmed with the public scene. Has anyone been bothering you?"

She shook her head. "No, it’s been fine. I’m just a little nervous about being here."

"I’m sure you’ll settle in soon. Why not talk to some of the women if you’re feeling a little intimidated."

Cameron glanced toward the stage where a group of women were gathered, dancing. She nodded.

"Have a good night," he tossed out as he walked away.

She smiled her thanks and strode toward the dance floor.

In another part of the club the same man approached the object of her observation. They spoke privately, heads bent close together. They turned, and the first man pointed to Cameron where she danced with the other women, showing the man the sexy young newbie who’d become fixated on him.

The man’s clear blue eyes sparkled as he saw the woman in question.

Having finished dancing for the time being, Cameron once again approached the bar. She ordered another drink and stood with her back against the bar, watching the various scenes being played out between couples. Finishing the last of her drink she turned to place the empty glass on the bar.

Seconds later a male body pressed itself against her. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

The familiar voice and scratch of stubble at the back of her neck made her freeze. To her left she saw the man she'd spoken to earlier standing with a smile on his face.

"I told Greg he’d captured your interest. You’re lucky. He seems to have taken quite a liking to you. He’s one of our most popular Dominants, I'm sure there'll be a lot of jealous women here tonight."

"What are you talking about?" she addressed the man, still too shocked and embarrassed to even think of speaking to House.

"He’s chosen you as his submissive. It’s something nearly every woman in here would kill for."

Hearing that he’d chosen her made her relax into House's arms. His hands settled on her hips, keeping her from shifting away.

She felt his warm breath caress her ear. "Will you come with me?"

Her breath caught in her throat at his question. Before her brain had a chance to catch up she was answering, "Yes."

He took her by the hand and led her to one of the private bedrooms she’d seen earlier, closing and locking the door behind them. One entire wall was covered in glass, with a padded bench in front of it and a bed in the opposite corner. Cameron recognized the room, remembered seeing the large mirror while dancing. She felt some of the tension leave her with the knowledge that no one could see inside.

House's hand on her abdomen roughly pulling her back into his hips brought the tension back instantly. He pressed a quick kiss to her neck before uttering a one word command, "Strip."

While she undressed, House wondered what attracted her to try this. For House, the vulnerability he felt because of his leg was overshadowed by the vulnerability of a woman willingly handing over control of her body to him. He appreciated the trust, although he didn't always believe it to be genuine.

One she'd finished undressing he directed her over to the bench in front of the mirror. She stood awkwardly. He remained by the door, stunned by her beauty. Creamy white skin glowed in the soft light of the room. He approached her slowly, basking in each new piece of her that was revealed. She looked so unsure and nervous it brought out a protectiveness he'd never before experienced.

He pressed his palm against her cheek, cradling her head in his hand, encouraging her to look him in the eye.

"You’ll be fine."

The three words soothed her and she gave him a soft smile. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, almost giving in and taking the kiss deeper but managing to hold himself back. He brushed against her hip, using it to guide her onto the bench. She sat facing the mirror, seeing the man from the bar arranging a number of toys directly in front of the glass. A blond woman who Cameron assumed was his submissive waited patiently at his side.

"Alex knows the drill. He's going to put on a little show for us so I can see what you like," he explained.

He settled himself on the bench behind her, his chest pressed firmly to her naked back. His hands slid around her waist, embracing her. She settled against him further and he took it as his cue to move on. His hands caressed down her sides, slid over her hips and across her thighs before stopping just above her knees.

With gentle pressure he spread her thighs open wide. She felt exposed in that position, but was stunned at her body's reaction as her breathing instantly deepened and a warmth flooded her.

House checked with her before beginning. "You okay?"

She sighed and pressed herself back into him.

"Yes."

She tilted her chin back to let him see it in her eyes.

He turned her head back to the mirror and she gasped as she saw that Alex had started running his hands all over the woman's body. House matched each movement, drawing more sounds from her. It was overwhelming, being so aroused, watching and feeling the same touches in two different ways.

Her brain couldn't handle the stimulation and she found herself breaking free of that invisible force that held her back. She surrendered to him, mind and body.

House's hands swept up her ribcage to cup her breasts and she arched herself into his touch. She watched as Alex attached nipple clamps to his submissive; looked on with interest as he tightened each clamp, slow methodical movements, until the woman’s nipples were forced into tight points.

House's hands traced circles around her nipples, teasing but never giving her any proper contact. Her eyes remained locked on the clamps and the heavy silver chain that hung down the woman's belly, connecting the two ends. His fingers plucked at her nipples.

"You’re picturing yourself in her place, aren't you? Imagining the bite of the clamps on your nipples?"

He gave a sharp tug, drawing a cry from her.

His hands disappeared from her sight for a moment. When they returned she released a moan at the feel of his fingers, slippery with his saliva, rolling repeatedly over the sensitive tips of her breasts. One hand dropped to her stomach, painting back and forth across her abdomen. She had no idea if he meant it to be soothing or arousing, only that her stomach muscles instantly tensed, sending a pulse of excitement to her core.

It seemed like everything he did turned her on beyond belief. She almost felt sorry for the women who would never get to experience such intense pleasure. He didn’t let her consider the thought for long, her attention drawn away as both of his hands ventured lower.

Outside, Alex picked up an object from the table and slipped it over his finger. Cameron recognized it as a small vibrating sleeve and shivered at the thought of what House could do to her with such an object.

His fingers were tickling a path along her inner thigh. Teasingly, he swept a finger across her clit, using barely enough pressure to register contact. He stroked the length of her, fingers parting her labia and swirling across the slippery flesh.

His hot breath scorched her neck, and she felt the abundance of fluid coating his hand as he pressed against her entrance. The vibrator traveled down the woman's stomach and House matched the movement by working furiously on her clit for ten excruciating seconds before stopping abruptly.

"Please, please, please," she sighed.

House smiled and continued teasing his fingers over her. One hand held her labia open, while the other traced figure of eights down the length of her opening. The fact that he had reduced her to begging made him want to see just how far he could make her go. He doubled his efforts, pleased when she squirmed oh-so-prettily in his arms.

House narrating in her ear drove her insane with need. Her muscles were tightly drawn and her blood felt as though it were charged with electricity as it raced through her veins.

"See how he makes her beg, she’s so hungry for it. You'd beg, wouldn't you? You'd beg me to touch you, to push inside your pussy..."

She moaned in response.

A part of him entertained the thought that she was only responding to the visual stimulation outside the mirror. Moments later she let out a loud moan, "House-", as she arched her hips up toward his fingers, which had stilled as he was lost in thought.

He tightened his hold and brought his fingers back to her juncture.

"I've got you," he told her gently, and was rewarded with a renewed flood of moisture across his fingers.

Guess that discredits that theory.

As the scene outside the window changed so too did Cameron's breathing. He heard the hitch as her breath caught in her throat, took in the added flush spreading to the tips of her breasts and pulse fluttering in her neck. He gave in to the temptation and pressed his lips to that tiny flutter, then closed over the point and sucked, pleased to hear her moans increase.

"Interesting. Alex said he’d seen you watching the paddling earlier. Is that something you’ve tried before?"

When she didn't respond he moved his hands to her thighs, stroking the heated skin in random patterns.

"No."

"Something you want to try?"

"With the right person," she answered, breathlessly.

In seconds his hands were back on her, stroking the length of her – before two fingers found themselves inside her body. Her hands gripped his forearms, head rolling backwards to rest on his shoulder.

"Yes!" The strangled gasp escaped unbidden.

With one quick swipe across her clit he removed his fingers and shifted from behind her. The look she gave him threatened to take his own breath away. Blue eyes, darkened with pleasure, pleaded with him to touch her again. He shook his head in silent communication then gestured for her to stand.

"Step up onto the bench and grab hold of the shackles."

She obediently stepped up onto the bench.

"Because this is your first time we'll use a wait signal. Any time you need a break just step down off the bench and I'll stop. When you're ready to keep going, step back up again. Understood?"

"I understand."

She turned back to the window and took a firm hold of the shackles. She had to reach forward to grasp them, forcing her to bend at the hips slightly, presenting her ass to him. He gave her a moment to balance herself before drawing his hand back and swinging forward.

The sound of the first slap echoed in her ears. It took several seconds for the feeling to register. When it did a small cry escaped her. House drew his hand back again. Her cries turned to gasps and moans with each slap. He wasn’t holding anything back, and after twenty or so swats she needed to step off the bench.

The spanking stopped straight away, just as he'd promised. He waited patiently as she gathered herself. Though he remained silent, Cameron could tell he was pleased with her so far.

With one last deep breath she stepped back up onto the bench.

"Good girl."

She moaned loudly even before he had a chance to make contact again. The wait signal wasn't just about safety, she realized. The fact that she was choosing to return to being spanked was pretty hot, too.

He drew it out, telling her exactly where each of the strikes would land, describing in detail how each slap would make her feel. She struggled to stay in position, not because of any physical pain, though she was well aware of the deep burn across her buttocks, but because of the effect his words had on her.

The trembling in her limbs apparently pleased him.

"You're so beautiful, naked and trembling for me. You love the feel of my bare hand spanking you, don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "It affects me too, Cameron. It makes me hard just seeing you presenting yourself to me, following my directions. You make a beautiful submissive. I’m proud."

A keening cry forced itself from her, the only response she was capable of after hearing his words. The spanking continued, gaining in intensity.

After every fifth slap he rubbed the reddened skin firmly, diffusing the sting.

She lost the ability to speak. Frantic panting echoed through the room, spurring him on. He watched her hands tighten on the shackles and knew it was time to stop. Two strikes later he left his hand on her, stroking gently.

"You took that so well. You can step down now."

As soon as she let go of the shackles and turned to step down off the bench he had her pinned against the wall. He shoved his hand between her thighs, entering her with two fingers. She threw her head back wordlessly.

"That's it," he encouraged, eyes locked firmly on hers.

"I can't –" she gasped.

"Just let it go," he soothed.

His thumb rubbed across her clit, making her entire body shake. She struggled to hold herself upright.

"More."

"You want more fingers, baby?"

He didn't wait for an answer, simply pushed a third finger into her. His hand was coated with her arousal, her thighs slippery with moisture. He curled his fingers, stroking faster while his thumb continued to assault her clit.

She was losing the battle to keep herself standing, leaning heavily against the wall. House reached down and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. With fingers entwined and their eyes locked he increased his pace.

Her mouth hung open, a continuous stream of unintelligible grunts ('uhn') flowing from her. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm, muscles fluttering erratically around his fingers. He withdrew his hand until only the tips of his fingers remained inside her, holding them still for several moments. All of a sudden he thrust back in full force, pumping his fingers in counter movement to the circling on her clit.

She let out a scream as she came, her hand squeezing his tightly. A minute passed and she was still riding high, her insides pulsing steadily. House stilled his fingers, carefully pulling them from her as he gave one last brush to her clit.

She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, stunned by the power of her climax. He kept his body close to hers and reached out to touch his index finger to her mouth, smearing her arousal across her bottom lip. Seconds later his mouth descended on hers, tongue lapping her juices from her lip and then tangling with hers as she took the kiss deeper.

Sensing her fatigue, he placed a hand on her lower back and led her to the bed in the corner. He encouraged her to sprawl out on her stomach, head reading on her folded arms. Her eyes closed automatically, but snapped open when she felt the first touch of something cool on her flushed skin.

"Just relax," he told her. "It's only moisturizer."

She closed her eyes again, leaving him to massage the cream down her shoulders to her lower back. When his fingers slipped lower and began working on her buttocks she squeezed her eyes tighter to fight away the tears that threatened to spill over. He was so gentle with her, massaging the angry red skin with the lightest of touches. It warmed her heart to see proof of how much he really cared.

He finished working the last of the lotion into her skin and pressed a final kiss between her shoulder blades. After helping her to her feet and waiting as she dressed, he headed for the door. Cameron stayed close as they entered the main room, reaching out to take his hand as they made their way through the crowd. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, House spoke to the bartender.

After they received their drinks, House led them to a sofa in a secluded corner. Cameron remained standing, an uncertain expression on her face. A sharp tug on her hand landed her on the cushion next to him. She shuffled closer, pressing herself into his side, one arm flung across his midsection and her face buried in his neck.

House watched her with interest. He'd known she may be feeling somewhat clingy after what they'd shared, but her possessiveness surprised him. He continued to stroke his fingers through her hair, hoping to soothe her further. He kept a close eye on her as they sat in silence watching the crowd.

Cameron tried her best to get her emotions under control. The pleasure she'd felt at knowing she'd pleased House, a man who accepted nothing but the best, warmed her. At the same time, she found herself wanting more. She wanted to be his. She watched the other couples, remembering Alex's words from earlier, and felt the stirrings of jealousy within her.

Tilting her head back to look him in the eye, Cameron asked, "What would a submissive do to show she belongs to her man?"

His lips quirked at the question.

"I’m not interested in what other women would do," was his pointed reply.

Almost immediately she was out of his arms and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Adrenaline spiked through her body as she glanced around before reaching for the waistband of his jeans. She quickly undid the button and lowered the zipper. She met his gaze and waited for his signal to continue. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he lifted his hips enough for her to pull the jeans and briefs down to mid thigh.

She felt herself becoming instantly wet at the sight of his erection. Her eyes dropped as she took a firm grip on him, starting a steady rhythm. The sudden tension her touch caused made her smile. Hoping to create a stronger reaction she lowered her head and in one smooth move took the length of him into her mouth. His hips arched, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and something resembling a gasp escaped him. The sound drove her on. Cameron increased her pace. With every upstroke she created a seal with her lips, stopping to suckle the head while reaching down to cup his balls in her delicate hands.

House didn't bother to attempt to silence his moans – he wanted her to know exactly what she did to him.

The sounds he was making were driving her wild. It took all her power not to reach down inside her panties and touch herself, but she wanted this to be all about him.

A part of her hoped the other women were watching. Take that ladies – I have Gregory House’s cock in my mouth – he’s mine now.

The thought gave her pause. House groaned his disapproval but she remained still. I have Gregory House’s cock in my mouth. I’m sucking House’s cock.

She clenched her thighs together, amazed to realize she was close to coming again just from touching him. It spurred her on and she set up a pattern of slow, careful upward strokes with fast downward motions all the way to his base, her tongue stroking hungrily over his shaft. His moans were continuous now, the slippery wet heat sliding repeatedly over his cock driving him to the brink.

She took her cues from his thrusting, building her speed until his hips rose a final time, spilling into her mouth. Instead of swallowing she held his come on her tongue, wanting to remember the taste and feel of him. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, savouring the feeling of possessiveness that was flooding her body. She sat back on her knees and watched House watching her.

His eyes exuded warmth as he reached out to hold her chin in his hand. He gave a brief nod and she swallowed, eyes locked on his. Seconds later his lips were on hers, kissing her hard enough that it took several moments to regain her breath once they'd separated.

"You’re perfect," he told her, and his tone of voice told her he was genuine and not simply mocking her. Coming from him the simple statement meant more than an entire speech.

He tucked himself back into his pants and then pulled her back up into his arms. As they sat entwined in their darkened corner, he reflected on the night they’d shared. He'd been coming to this club for close to six years. There had been many women, but before tonight he'd never experienced such a depth of experience. For the first time he'd been part of a partnership and not just a dominant.

In one night she'd given him everything he hadn't even known he was missing.

END.

Emotionally exhausted and morally bankrupt

2007-07-11T05:46:25Z

I stayed up until 4am this morning doing bloody chapter summaries for this final unit. I'm still not finished, but I did get most of it done.

Except now I'm so tired, and my wrist is killing me from writing out all those pages of notes, that I'm just not in the mood for doing anything else. In particular, writing smut. I really, really wanted to have houseketeer's fic finished in time for her birthday, but it looks like I'm not going to make it. Just when I was starting to have fun with it, too. Grr.

These summaries are due on Monday, which seems like I have plenty of time. But my essay is due the Monday after that, and I definitely need more than a week to work on it. This lecturer is very hard core about structure and argument and cohesion and critical analysis. She's the toughest marker I've ever come across. So I'm scared.

Which means every waking second for the next two weeks will be taken up with working on this assignment. I don't really like all the stress, and I wish it was due just a few days later, but at least I KNOW that it will all be over soon.

Now I just need to plan what I'm going to do on July 26th, WHEN I FINALLY COMPLETE MY DEGREE. Seriously, I think five years is long enough. I bet nobody remembers and I'll be sitting home alone with a cupcake celebrating by myself (I have great friends lol).

You know I can't vibrate my eyes out of my head

2007-07-05T12:19:41Z

Waking up at 6am to clean all the shit out of my car so I can take it in for its first service is not my ideal way to spend a Friday morning. Why are they open that early anyway? Clearly they're insane.

My kitchen appliances apparently made a mass suicide pact. The oven light comes on but does not actually heat. The stove no longer has a 7 point heat setting but now only 'off' and 'boil' which is fun when I'm cooking dinner and trying to concentrate on other things...if I had $1 for every time a saucepan has boiled over. The mini baking oven I've been using in place of the regular oven seems to have some sort of electrical/heat fault - I put garlic bread in on low and two minutes later I come back to find it ON FIRE. Well, technically it was the baking paper on fire, but still.

Biscotti is loving the extra attention I've been giving him. He sits on my lap watching tv and cuddles into my hands, bruxing and chattering away. We were doing this the other night. Then all of a sudden his eyes literally bulged out of his head and shook from side to side. Now, I've read about rats eye boggling when they're extremely happy, but to actually see it with my own eyes...We've made it a competition now - I click my teeth and him and his bruxing will get louder. We keep trying to outdo the other, until he brings out the eye boggling trick. He knows I can't push my eyes out of their sockets like that. Sneaky rat.

Hee

2007-06-08T07:37:57Z

I had my social policy exam today. It was worth 50% of our total marks for the unit so it was an important one.

I hadn't really studied all that much, but what I DID do was download last year's exam paper to study from. A lot of the questions matched up with parts of my lecture notes that I'd highlighted because Belinda gave some not so subtle hints they'd be questions on the exam. Which got me thinking...a lot of things matched up, and why would she rewrite such a huge exam when the lecture content was the same? So I put all my effort into studying the past exam paper questions.

Got into the exam, ten minute reading time, I open up the exam paper and it's IDENTICAL to last year, except for one question. I sat back in my chair grinning like an idiot, then looked around the room and saw a few others with similar expressions. Obviously the people who had bothered to download the past exam. I was finished in literally 15 minutes, didn't even have to think about any of the questions, I knew it all straight away.

Lol! Best feeling ever. :)

Sound familiar?

2007-06-07T12:12:48Z

This has been bugging me non-stop for the last two days, and I'm sure the answer is easy and I just can't remember. But...

I have a memory of an episode of a TV show, except I can't remember what show it was. A bunch of people start acting strangely, writing the same seemingly random number over and over again. A bunch of weird stuff happens and they all end up gathered together in the woods somewhere. One of the regular cast members is a part of this group. It turns out they all received an organ donation (in the case of the regular cast member it was a blood transfusion) from the same young guy. The guy wanted to bungee jump on his birthday, and that was why they'd all gathered. They sing the song 'Midnight train to Georgia' and then jump.

Does this ring any bells for anyone?

It's been driving me nuts. I don't remember anything else about the episode that could clue me in as to what show it was. I can't even remember what the chick who was the regular cast member looked like.

I really don't need this right now...

2007-05-24T14:08:20Z

It's midnight. My last assignment is due tomorrow (counselling children and adolescents). I'm already over the word limit - again - but whatever. Did I mention it was midnight? So I came upstairs to print it out.

And the printer jams.
Then runs out of ink.
Now I can't find a cover sheet because I stupidly forgot to photocopy one before using it on my last assignment.

Really, it's a perfect ending to an entirely horrible five years at uni. Very fitting. I plan on having a snack, reading some fanfic and going to bed. I'll deal with this shit in the morning.

Really looking forward to Gionata's housewarming tomorrow night. :)

Couch Surfing

2007-05-11T13:02:48Z

I'm going to my old primary school's annual fete tomorrow with a 22 year old guy from Sweden, named Gustaf. *giggles* Gustaf.

I got an email from him on Thursday morning asking if he could surf my couch Thurs/Fri nights (I think the pic of me in a pink cowboy hat attracts them all), but the room I give to the surfers is being repainted and so I had to refuse him. But I did mention I was going to have a short look around this fete and asked him if he'd like to come along. Via numerous text messages tonight we've agreed to meet at the train station down the road around noon.

I'm expanding my boundaries and social network. Go me.

His English seems to be excellent, which is good, because I had an awful time trying to understand the French couple I met a few months ago. Spent a lot of time nodding and smiling, lol. I'll post piccies and update tomorrow. He seems nice, and if I happened to be visiting a foreign country I'd hope that somebody would be nice enough to show me around, too. I love meeting and making friends with all these people from different countries. :)

Up and Coming

2007-02-19T04:13:04Z

It's taking longer than I expected to type up everything that went down (*snicker* pun intended) at the club on Saturday night. But it is coming. *snicker again*

Maybe I shouldn't go into as much detail? *shrug* I'm lazy and slow at typing today...might have something to do with all the whipping I did on Saturday, but I don't know. ;)

x-ray results

2007-01-31T12:27:39Z

I oh-so-cleverly opened up the envelope with my x-rays and report, keeping the huge "Confidential: to be opened by referring physician ONLY" sticker in tact and without tearing the envelope in any form.

The only words I understood was there's some thickening of something or other (lots of medical mumbo jumbo and anatomical babbling), that may mean nothing but due to the history of trauma and pain etc they're recommending a bone scan.

A bone scan. Eeek. Stupid, stupid wrist.

You know you're drunk on lack of sleep...

2007-01-29T15:01:13Z

...when you find this sentence so incredibly funny that you and your mother sit at the kitchen table for 20 minutes laughing so hard you both end up crying -

Please send verification of your registration or qualification with your application

Hehe, rhyming is funny.

Looking to buy

2007-01-26T13:10:12Z

I hate my car.

It used to be so nice to drive, with beautiful cold air conditioning and all. Then we traded in the old family car and bought a new one, a 4wd that I swore I would learn how to drive. The old car was really long, and while I could drive it perfectly fine, parking was a major problem. So I've been taking out the new car pretty frequently so I can practice parking - and I'm bloody good at it now, just cruise right on in between two cars, perfectly straight.

The problem is, I've been driving that car so much that when I drive my car I notice a big difference. For instance, my air conditioning isn't that great anymore. In fact, it's rather lame. It gets so hot inside and because my windows aren't tinted (like the 4wd) I really feel the heat. I'm supposed to have power steering but it hasn't worked for ages. I thought it still worked but just at a lesser capacity, but no, it's definitely buggered. My arms are actually sore from driving it today. In the 4wd I can basically steer with my pinky fingers because the power steering actually works.

Then there's the gear box in my car. It sticks on all the gears, particularly second, which kills my wrist. My wrist is already damaged enough, I don't need to be making it worse. There's also the issue of the tiny motor. If I turn the air conditioning on, it drains all the power and I have to flatten the accelerator in order to keep momentum. If there's a passenger in the car, it drains it even more. Going up hills is impossible.

So I'm going to start checking out other cars, and maybe consider getting a new one.

Selection criteria and all that jazz

2007-01-25T11:59:33Z

Okay, so I spent all day reading all the information I'd printed from CS Dept. website. Thankfully, it hasn't scared me off. In fact, it's just confirmed once again that this is my dream job.

Although my course doesn't meet the mandatory qualification requirement (it's a small uni, I'm guessing it was overlooked), they do consider applicants with other degrees if they are deemed appropriate.

Here's their requirements:

In assessing the appropriateness of other degrees, guidelines are applied to ensure that consistency of standards is maintained. The expectation is that an applicant’s course of study will have included -

• studies in effective practice at micro and macro levels (includes assessment and intervention skills for work with individuals, groups, families, organisations, communities and other social systems)

• developing knowledge and skills in relation to engaging with young people, children and families, connecting with them at a level to facilitate an assessment and to guide them through change

• knowledge of child development, human behaviour and interaction, family dynamics, cultural factors, interpersonal violence, understanding helping relationships, theories and intervention methods within a human services setting

• knowledge of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures and the issues related to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander over-representation in the child protection system.

I was a little worried about the last one, because I didn't think I'd covered anything like that. That was until I was going through all my old unit outlines and found one for a subject I'd done years ago called Race and Ethnicity in Australia, which focused mainly on, you guessed it, Aboriginal and Torres Straight Islanders. Whew.

This is excellent news, because it means that it's highly likely I'll be able to go straight into full time employment and won't have to apply for the graduate bridging scholarship. Of course, that's not to say I can't do the postgrad certificate later on down the track, because the department pays for employees to continue their education. (Yay for free courses to make my resume sound/look good).

I'm going to give the office a call sometime next week to double check if my degree is acceptable, but I almost think it will be fine. What a weight that will be off my shoulders once I know for certain.

In other news, I read through their selection process. It's quite long, multiple stages obviously, but sounds easy enough (for me anyway, but I think I'm God). There's so much info I'll have to read and prepare just to be ready for it all, but I know it will be worth it. I'm going to draft up some answers to the selection criteria over the weekend, because I'm a nerd like that. :)

Why do job applications have to be so complicated? And time consuming? But oddly, fun?

Blind dates (and why I suck at flirting)

2007-01-24T11:27:06Z

So, my friend just invited me into a conversation on MSN with a friend of hers from work, who happens to be bi. After introducing us both (she's spoken to each of us about the other quite a bit, so we knew of each other before this), my friend decides to leave the two of us to our own devices.

Awkwardness.

My friends reasoning for leaving us alone? She says she's not trying to play matchmaker, but "you like girls, she likes girls..." So, now we can like girls together? *rolls eyes*

The conversation gained a bit of momentum, and suddenly I realise why I hate spontaneous conversations like this - my mouth takes over and I embarrass myself. I can't flirt. At least, I can't flirt in this context. This is why I don't have a girlfriend.

Help.